[There's a silent praise uttered to the God of Beginnings as Steak goes down, and despite the way they had been fighting Red Wine does not let the blacked out witch fall face-first into the ground. He grabs Steak's shoulder before he can topple entirely and lightly rolls him so he hits the floor on his side instead.
His own shoulder aches, sending needles of pain down his entire arm, and he'd be out of breath if he needed to breathe.]
Idiot. [He mutters, closing his eyes for a moment. The hit had been enough, to be sure, but it wouldn't keep him down for long. Just long enough for Red Wine to get far away from him.
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His own shoulder aches, sending needles of pain down his entire arm, and he'd be out of breath if he needed to breathe.]
Idiot. [He mutters, closing his eyes for a moment. The hit had been enough, to be sure, but it wouldn't keep him down for long. Just long enough for Red Wine to get far away from him.
So he leaves.]