His thoughts were cut off though as she yanked him down as her knee connected solidly with his mid section. Not for the first time tonight air left his lungs quickly, leaving him gasping, as he staggered back, thus avoiding what would have done more damage to his foot. His arms protectively around his mid section which would surely be bruised and sore. His foot hurt as, arched even, as he stepped away from her and her next two planned strikes.
Listening to her words he found his ability to speak, after sucking in enough air to do so. He was careful as he spoke, not wanting to upset his injuries further. "A person shouldn't take credit for other peoples actions. You didn't tell him to break my ribs, unless your that much of a monster." Yes, he needed to have that last word. And he did truly doubt she would go and tell someone what injuries to bestow upon him.
Before he vanished, having just enough energy to teleport again, he spoke once more. "Perhaps a hospital visit for your back would be...a good idea." She would likely need stitches, and he was proud of that. As for himself...he needed his foot looked at. He'd be teleporting close enough to the hospital to limp his way in and be seen. He needed to start getting himself patched up and not looking for others to help him.
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