With Cecilia out of the picture, Desmond used a little trick he was already familiar with. Clicking heels together, a small tsunami surged forth with Desmond at its epicenter; the water wave cleaned both blood and viscera scattered on the ground.
In a matter of a dozen seconds, a disgusting red sphere floated next to Desmond, who completely forgot that he had yet to dispose of the remains somehow.
Desmond did not want to dwell on the matter too much and called a couple of maids to help him with the remains and corpses. To his own surprise, the maids seemed quite comfortable with the task, which saved Desmond a lot of trouble.
But the matter was far from over, Desmond knew; this was at best the first in a relentless barrage of attacks. As if that wasn't enough, Desmond had another problem; his armor.
