[i]Irina's eyes suddenly widened, as the spikes suddenly revealed themselves - so the key was blood...[/i] [u]Ghiaccio. Hand me the knife.[/u] [i]Irina herself took the Mask, studying its design and such. She would cut herself, then quickly hand the mask to Ghiaccio. She hoped it would work better than regular blood...since after all, she was a Vileblood.[/i]