The odd screech made Durien stop his continual rush of bashing apart the corpses that got within reach. Still surrounded by bodies when they started erupting Durien was lost in the spray of blood gore and viscera. As it cleared he walked over to his fallen staff and yanked it from the bodies it was still embedded in. He watched as the bodily fluid that covered trailed down to drip off the opposing end.<strong>Aye well, I've ta be washin' you in the creek for a week I think afore you'll be presentable again.</strong>Looking down at himself seemingly for the first time,<strong>Hmp, seems we both be needing a good dunkin in the waters.</strong><br/>Walking towards the others he said loudly, since he was still a bit deaf from all the corpses screeching next to him,<strong>Oye so which wanna yous figured out how ta make 'em pop like that? Coulda done it a bit earlier I think. But at the same time ya took all me fun.</strong>