It's apparent that having a drawn out fight against the stone-skinned ogre will not be a pleasant experience, so the best option is bet my life on a precise and powerful attack. The ogre is a living being and thus my blood weapon will infect it and allow me to absorb it's blood. I have only tested the blood weapon on humans, and a normal ogre is quite a bit larger than a human let alone this weird mutant ogre. I hope that I can gain a large opening to unleash a powerful attack, but it's asking a lot to hope that a being born for violence would have weak battle instincts.

I do my best to dodge the constant onslaught of punches from the massive creature. It is important not to waste spiritual energy so I dodge purely with length strength rather than using wind manipulation to assist me.

"[Transform] Javelin!" The blood weapon's form changes into that of a rather long and thin javelin. My spiritual sense has already enshrouded the stone-skinned ogre, so I do not need to focus my sight on it.

With the current terrain I do not think I will be able to create a decent opening on the ogre with magic. My best choice would probably be to sacrifice some of my experimental potions. I don't know that I have anything particularly useful, but I do have some minor poisons which could distract it. I dig into my bag and pull out three vials between my fingers. I don't have a proficiency for throwing weapons, so this is based off luck that I can hit a harmful spot for it. I fling the three liquid filled vials towards the ogre in hopes that it will give me an opening.

The first vial strikes on the ogre's chest exploding into bright green acid, but the ogre does not even seem to notice as it's charge continues. The second vial flies between the ogre's legs and falls behind it causing no damage. The third vial falls even lower, sadly falling short and breaking in front of the ogre.

"Damnit! That was just a waste." I curse under my breath as the ogre's charge continues, but suddenly...

The ogre's heavy foot suddenly flies upwards as the ogre's butt slams against the ground.

"Haha! He tripped! I guess this floor is quite slippery if there is a liquid." I stifle my laughter to take the opportunity placed in front of me.

Taking a stance to throw the javelin I begin to concentrate a spiral of wind around it. Before the wind gets too violent I hurl the javelin which bursts forth with incredible speed. The rapidly rotating javelin closes the gap between the ogre and I in an instant rapidly slowing down after coming in contact with the ogre, but not before it pierces through it's hide and reveals a small amount of blood.

I smirk as the fight easily reaches it's end. The javelin quickly loses it's shape at the taste of blood and dives further into the open wound. The mystical blood invades the ogre's body with a mind of it's own quickly spreading through every blood vessel in it's body.

"Rrraaaaaarrgghhh" A blood curdling scream escapes from the massive creatures mouth. The pain of a foreign entity invading one's blood vessels and taking control of one's blood must be most unpleasant.

The threat of this single ogre disappears as the fatigue from using large amounts of spiritual energy sets in. After a few moments of silently observing the convulsing ogre with my fingers in my ears I finally decide to put it out of it's misery.

"[Absorb]"

The blood exits in a single direction. Streams of blood pour out of it's eyes, nose, ears and mouth before pooling into a ball above it's body, which has sprawled itself on it's back. With it's soul still formed it should enter into the cycle of regeneration and respawn after a set amount of time. Before anything unexpected happens I withdraw the blood into the contract seal and meditate to restore my energy.

With more blood comes a larger or more weapons. I should be able to produce at least five javelins of the same size and shape of the one that pierces the ogres skin. If I could use the spiritual energy more efficiently I would be able to use multiple javelins to strike at multiple enemies. Such a large amount of blood also allows me to use bigger and heavier weapons, but I can't wield them if my strength is low.

I meditate and eat to restore spiritual energy and physical energy. Dodging so many attacks took quite a bit of stamina.

The ogre was easy to deal with, but only because of my luck in making it slip on the smooth crystalline floor. Had my third vial not fallen in front of it I could not guarantee that I could open up a chance to deal it damage. Though if there happens to be additional ogres in this tunnel then I will be prepared to deal a fatal strike in the initial contact. I draw one fifth of the blood out of the contract's seal and form it into a javelin.

Walking down the pathway my distance vision is quite low. This tunnels lighting is the same as the previous ones, but due to it's size the light is not spread the same as the others. After a few minutes of slow cautious travel I spot a second ogre with it's guard down. It probably believed it's friend to have no threat inside this tunnel, so it sits rather calmly against a wall. Not allowing the opportunity to be missed I hurl this javelin with the same manner of strength as the second.

Tearing a hole into the stone-skinned ogre's side the nearly sentient blood pours into the ogre's blood vessels. Thankfully I deal with the second ogre much easier than the first. I put the first one out of it's misery quite quickly because it hadn't done anything to me. I might hold a grudge, but I am not necessarily cruel needlessly.