Rutile was pretty sure not only his lip was bleeding, but his nose was bleeding. Since that one chick punched him in the nose, it didn't take much for it to bleed, honestly. He groaned and just stayed right there on the floor, pinching his lip between his fingers and whining hard. This sucked. This sucked a lot. He should have knocked this Monty Cristo guy out or something before he tried to drain. "Stu'i'," he mumbled as best as he could.
Time to call Azurite...