Look I’m all right see I barely got a scratch on me. She looks at you sheepishly when you poke at her broken ribs and she wins in pain. You arch and eyebrow. Okay so I might have gotten hurt a little bit more than previously thought. It’s no big deal. I can’t help it. I get into a blood rage and I lose all control. I don’t know what happens until the battle is over. You know how it is. Don’t look at me like that. It’s annoying to see you’re worried face.
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