'I don't know the details of its skill, but I remember that it controls blood. The cut in his hands allows him to draw blood and control it at the cost of his HP. However, he could recover his HP by pulling the blood again. Of course, it won't work if the blood hits me, as it's contaminated. But this is hard.'
A magic-type opponent. This would be the first time he fought someone like that.
"Are you not going to attack, Breeze? This noble me thought you weren't such a coward!"
A taunt. Max understood that pretty clearly and he usually was never someone who would fall for that. Save from the usual, it somehow felt irritating when someone who clearly had eighth-grade syndrome talked about that. Because he made it sound as if he truly believed Max was a coward.
Still, he was calm. He wouldn't let himself get taunted just like before. He didn't know BloodSucker's skill level yet. And he certainly would never underestimate him.