"I've lived through worse." For about fifteen seconds but who's counting- not him. He's. Sitting and setting his helmet off to one side, unstrapping that segment of armor to better hold a hand over the bleeding bandage. He's fine. Everything's okay.

"Yeah, well. He can bring it. I'll punch him in the dick next time. He's a bastard but he's nowhere near as good as Carolina." And he'd sparred with her regularly while she was in her prime. He'd been off balance cuz of the charm power, that was all. He's got this. "Hey-"

Azucar's working but Locus? Get's his arm snagged by York, tugging. "Finished what?"