As Athos prepared his snare, Butai only grinned as he activated a pair of techniques. His body began to seemingly sink into the blood-soaked ground, avoiding the Nui. Simultaneously, the massive ring he had formed of blood seemingly sank as well. Using his advanced control over blood and iron, the man had formed the correct chemical bonds within his sanguine liquid to turn it's normal pH from the standard 7 to a devastatingly acidic 1. The poor grass didn't stand a chance, quickly dissolving away and leaving a massive barren scar on the plains. Of course, with no grass, is a distinct lack of shadow, as the only thing that remained where Butai was laying was a pool of blood.
Like a vampire, the man raised from the crimson fluid, flicking his wrist as he did so. This caused the pool to extend outwards along the ground, mowing and dissolving the grass in an additional 20 meters, bringing the size of his bloody mess to 50 meters in radius. The thick substance seemed to bubble slightly as it began to grow vertically as well. Rather than barely covering the ground, the liquid was now ankle deep and slowly raising.
"Come. Drink until my blood makes you mine!" From a drop, an ocean. That was his Lord's decree. One of the principles of Chiton's founder. Of course, he wasn't simply using Chiton, his was stronger, more advanced. And so an ocean he created. His acidic crimson flooding the plains in every direction, quickly reaching over 100 meters in each direction. Of course, this wasn't necessarily directed at Athos, but if he wished to keep his shins, standing still would not be wise.