"UGH!! WHAT KIND OF REPULSIVE F**K HAPPENED HERE!?", cried the elves as they dashed away from the red scenario filling their eyes. The blood painted on the leaves and ground was repulsive to the core.
"Mario."
The party leader poked the dwarf and asked him to use magic again. The relatively vacant surroundings gave good visibility but everything in their sight had the stench of blood and was dyed red.
Did a giant blood bomb go off?
"Nothing alive in the vicinity. It's all blood. There are chunks of flesh and bones scattered throughout the area. The terrain is marked with stomp marks. There's a headless corpse about two hundred metres ahead."
Eyes turned to the dwarf at once. "Which one?", someone asked.
"It's an Iron-Skull Bison."
Leaving these words, Mario walked ahead. He left the flabbergasted teammates behind for contemplation and comprehension.
