Two things surprised me: first, the heat of the blood that spurted up over me and second, almost immediately, the way it pooled, black and viscous, on the hard ground. If I had bothered to think about it, I would have anticipated the thirsty, vampiric earth sucking the blood away like rainwater. But no, the ground was too hard, the earth too weak to even drink.
For some time I stared without thinking into the coalescing colours that steamed inches from my eyes, but I was soon distracted by Archie vomiting and retching loudly. His moaning quickly lit my anger.