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((Not really. It's called, 'common sense'. 3nodding ))

-Crack!-

Well, there went Rolands left ankle. It's generally not tactical to try and kick someone in the face when they can easily break such an important place. Siat lifted his head slightly and took the kick in the chin. It knocked him back but then he leapt forward again and grabbed the other leg before it could fall.

-Crack!-

Siat jerked Roland backwards entirely as he did it this time, so there would be no chance Roland could do anything to defend himself.

((If you want to contest something, maybe we should contest just how you're managing to "see" all these attacks coming. You're pulling some serious Sieg s**t.))

Of course, Siat broke his ankle before the kick made contact, then let go when the kick came in. However, when Roland was attempting to get up, he made the mistake of thinking Siat would let him. He dived right on top of his back and grabbed for his right arm, placing his left hand on the elbow and the other on the wrist.
"I've broken your ankle, do you want me to snap your arm?"

Siat had his knees at just about the middle of Rolands back with his left knee pinning down Rolands left arm.

"Right, you're going to do exactly as I say, or else..."

Siat paused and pushed Rolands elbow whilst keeping his wrist in place, effectively bending his arm the wrong way. However, he didn't push it far enough to cause any real damage, only to prove he meant business.

"...I'll kill you."

Siat took his hand off his elbow and put it on the back of Rolands head, seizing a handful of hair, he then pulled his head backwards and spoke in his ears.

"The name is Siat. Remember it."

And then he slammed his head into the ground and ran off.

On the other side of the street, Saiya noticed the guy on the street. Still crouched, she tossed the apple core behind her and dropped to all fours, scampering in a feral manner to the man's body. Maybe he had some spare change in the local currency.

She began rifling through his pockets.

She took the coin anyways, flipped it in the air, and tucked it in her sash. "Would you like me to remedy that?" she asked sweetly, drawing her switchblade.

Well.. robbing an injured man wasn't nice...

Saiya would find the arm with the switchblade in was now in the air with Siat's arm on the wrist, crimson eyes simply staring at her behind thin sunglasses.

"You robbed someone who couldn't fight back, now you threaten them with a knife."

Saiya would feel a rather painful sensation as Siat squeezed down on her wrist (he's very strong) but not hard enough to break it.

"Explain to me why I shouldn't kill you."

The sun briefly stop biting into Roland's eyes as the silhouette of a head and dangling hair appear somewhat above him (assuming he's still prostrate). The head let out a soft, low whistle, and, "Man, is this standard fare?" before coming closer and moving to the side slightly, as to not tickle his nose.

"Can you even move?" Mat asked, crouched down next to the injured warrior. "I suppose we can jury rig some stuff together to make a stretcher, but that's not going to be happy-ful for anyone involved."