__scawire + lumen___
The ork looked terrified as you approached
don't kill me man, I swear I swear protesting loudly as he saw the malice in your eyes. Your off hand didn't connect as sweetly as your now injured side would, but the impact is enough to knock him out cold. Blood is still pouring from his neck laceration, but it looks as if the sides of the wound are starting to conceal. The front of his shirt and the inside of his jacket is drenched in a dark drying sticky river of blood.
Heading into the kitchen, knives rummaged around in the cupboards, finding various soy flavorings for the food processor, clothes detergents for the washing machine and some general surface cleaner spray. The spray wasn't ideal, but it'd get the worst off, though really you knew your kit would need a boil wash or two to do the job properly