Blade's hulking form was crumpled in a pool of it.
The initial adrenaline rush, bordering on painful when it had spurred him into panicked, unthinking action, was subsiding now. Trix clung to the bloodied katana like his life still depended on it, his mind struggling to comprehend the enormity of the situation before him.
They stayed there, the three of them, in a moment that lasted forever. Trix with the murder weapon. Blade, the not-so-innocent victim. Sable, curled up in a corner.
"You fucking idiot! I told you to run!"
Sable only ever screamed at him when he'd done something really stupid, something that really made her mad. He knew he'd done something unspeakably terrible.
"Trix!" He could feel her shaking him, somewhere far away in the distance.