"Unhuh, Blood you say?" Shurkroat said then looked down at his blood soaked clothes. "It would fit the theme of the day I'm having." He walked over to the orb and striped down to his skivvies. Being an adept swordsman he had a strong lean muscular body that was moist and glistened from the blood and sweat of this tiresome day. Holding his clothes above the orb he started to wring out the blood, hoping that it would be enough to activate the portal.