There was a loud crack and the bear's head exploded like a crushed pumpkin. Blood sprayed everywhere, but none of it touched Dario, as the force of his punch was responsible for its trajectory.
Contessa leapt back from the spray of blood, unwilling to get any on her white cloak. Her eyes moved from the red liquid as it designed the snow carpeting the ground to the bear, as its body flopped to the floor in death.
The man responsible for its death yawned, adjusting the straw hat on his head. "That was fun."
He clapped, turning back to the other group. "Oh, I see that you did it too." He said, eyeing Ren. "But how will you get rid of the blood?"
Ren looked down at himself. He was still covered in the mantis' green blood. With a blink, he untied his spatial pouch from his belt and raised it over his head, the opening facing down.
With a thought, water began flowing out of it. In a few seconds, there was a pool of water around Ren, and his clothes were clean of the gunk.
