Dust around him was clotted into mud with glistening scarlet blood.

Vivid scarlet blood spilled out from the bullet holes in its torso and neck.

And on the floor beneath her was a small pool of scarlet blood.

He retched again, managing only to bring up a few threads of scarlet blood.

He grasped the hand holding the handkerchief and drew it back so they could all see the scarlet blood.

She couldn't take her eyes off the drops of hot, scarlet blood.

He felt enraptured as the hot scarlet blood flowed into the soil.

Everything else was a gloom out of which faces glimmered and scarlet blood glowed.

As it rolled, the mask left a batik pattern of bright scarlet blood on the ground.

Drops of scarlet blood spattered twenty feet in the air.