Blood. Everywhere.
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.