Terrus stared for a moment in near shock at how well the split second decision worked. A wisp of a smile cracked onto his face as he realized how much of a mess had been made from the ordeal. Arborus was nearly covered in the blood of the undead he ripped through, and this came to light as he cleaned his blades on the grass. Once the nature elemental sheathed them both, he noticed the dark red splotches on his arms. He lifted the mask of his helmet to get a clearer view as he began scanning the rest of his body and discovered splotches and streaks all over himself. The expression on the Fae's face turned into one of surprise then disgust in just a few short moments. Terrus's smile quickly grew into a grin as he noticed Arborus's worry and soon was forced to cover his mouth to quiet his snickering once he saw his brother's solution to the problem. Arborus had begun rolling around in the grass, hoping the dew would do away with the splotches. Terrus had to turn away to prevent himself from rolling on the ground with laughter as his brother wriggled and squirmed on the ground, then after regaining some composure he went to retrieve their packs and his own weapons.