A Peaceful Day

-Zarchy watches in awe at Nebun's move before walking away slowly; clutching his head and murmuring to himself-

I step back as the blue blood chases my feet as it slowly trickles and spreads on the cold pavement.

-he puts his hand to his mouth before turning around and barfing. Nebun just held the head up like it was a bag; it disgusted him-

I couldnt tear my eyes away from the gruesomeness.

-he flips himself around, pulling the towel from the bag on his back and wiping his mouth; an angry look on his face towards Nebun-

If I am correct Nebun.....that is 29....

"Twenty nine deaths..."

My expression softened.