[He lowers his axe, slowly, so that she doesn't get the wrong idea from him. Blood spurts out of the injury to his shoulder and glances at it with grit teeth. He's had worse injuries than that done to him before, but it still hurts like hell.]
Ow.
[He takes hold of his sleeve and jerks hard on it, tearing the fabric. He winds it around his shoulder and presses down, putting pressure on the wound as blood continues to ooze out. But he doesn't really seem mad or upset.]
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Ow.
[He takes hold of his sleeve and jerks hard on it, tearing the fabric. He winds it around his shoulder and presses down, putting pressure on the wound as blood continues to ooze out. But he doesn't really seem mad or upset.]
You're quite a spitfire with those claws.