Alright.

Not the button to press. How tangled up was this guy in his former partner, really?

This question has time to rattle around in his brain as his head snaps to the side, York's fist colliding with his jaw with a meaty 'thud', and he rolls his jaw with a grunt before closing his eyes, taking a deep breath.

"That. Was fucking rude."

And that second blade swings upwards into view, aiming in an swipe for that one good eye he has left.