Scaramouche's arm hangs limply at his side, and he knows that there will be no use of that arm until it's fixed. Truly a sign of how great and terrible their battle was. He sighs, walking over towards the bed, but still keeping a distance away just in case Scaramouche tried to do something to hurt him even further like kicking him or punching him somewhere that he really doesn't need.
"You're not going to try dislocating something just because your arm seems to have finally given out, are you?"
Really, because he knows how much the guy hates humans.
"If you try something, I'll make you pay. I'm the one here who's still able to stand and use all of my body."
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Scaramouche's arm hangs limply at his side, and he knows that there will be no use of that arm until it's fixed. Truly a sign of how great and terrible their battle was. He sighs, walking over towards the bed, but still keeping a distance away just in case Scaramouche tried to do something to hurt him even further like kicking him or punching him somewhere that he really doesn't need.
"You're not going to try dislocating something just because your arm seems to have finally given out, are you?"
Really, because he knows how much the guy hates humans.
"If you try something, I'll make you pay. I'm the one here who's still able to stand and use all of my body."