[It's the smell that hits Accelerator first. It's familiar, of course, he's shed more blood in his lifetime than most people have even seen, but he isn't expecting to see any of it in a fake dead place like this. And not in this amount.

It kind of reminds him of nightmares he's had, but he doesn't vocalize that. He just stares down at the liquid with a flat expression as Donnie reels and Leo helps him. Then he sighs.

And thinks that hopefully this magic is pulling from Donnie's mind and not his own. He's the one grossed out by it, after all.

(Part of him absently wonders what those things - the Krang, apparently - have in place of blood, but that's something he can ask about later. When they aren't, you know, being faced with a whole lake of it.)]

Doesn't look like it.

[He's muttering that, watching as, as if the blood heard Leo, it starts seeping widthwise, extending so going around isn't an option. It's creepy.]

... I'd offer going over it, but I don't know how my reflection will react with magic involved. I might end up blowing up the room instead.

[When he says that there's a creaking and a groaning, and a scraping noise as the debris floating around them closes in. Apparently the magic doesn't like the idea of any of them going up!]