"I'm glad i could relieve some of your stress but mind not hitting so hard?" he grumbled spitting out quite a large sum of crimson all over the grass. "Jesus, [i]shorty[/i] you've got one hell of a hook..." Quietly he got back to his feet, the still twitching slice of tongue wriggling in his palm as he made his way over to Leras, only looking slightly pale from either blood-loss or just the tiny shock from the biting of his tongue, any further commentary from the likes of him being very quiet and too unintelligible to understand.