That river in Egypt

Rennala decided that there was nothing that she could do to save him, so the least she could do was watch his final moments. She sat against the wall as the growing pool of blood around Damocles' head crept closer and closer towards her. Like a slow wave climbing up the beach, it reached her feet before coming to a stop. This was certainly not ideal. She looked over at his corpse, which was staring back at her. Or at least it would have if there weren't forks protruding from it's eyes.