If eye rolls could make sound, Matias would have filled a ten-mile radius with pure noise. The half-hearted "Hah!" he yelled, however, filled that purpose about as well.

"[i]Ay, por favor[/i]. If someone can't handle blood, they shouldn't be in the front lines, plain and simple. Maybe get over it? We're gonna be seeing this a lot."

He shut up to watch the skin quite literally do its magic. In a way, it was almost easier done than said. He was pulled from this wondrous display, however, by a sharp pain in his bicep.

"OW, [i]¡MIERCOLES![/i]" he hissed. "What'd you do that for?! Ah?"

He took a moment to listen, which eased his nerves somewhat.

"Yeah... At least there's that. Thought we'd have to be here for a few hours, at least. Not sure what to say about the other guys, though."