What were they talking about again? Dmitri was disoriented, at the very least. His body was lying in the middle of a crater in the ground, and a large cloud of dust enveloped him. Damn, it really had been a long time since that happened to him. He just needed a moment lie there and let the dust cloud cover him.
And while he did that, he did remember where his brother was standing. A net of blood iron, big enough to wrap around Vlad's head, shot out of the dust cloud. It was actually going straight for the younger Rasputin's head, just to give Dmitri a little extra control in this battle. If it connected, it would wrap around Vlad's head and lock together, giving Dmitri something to yank around.
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