"How else am I supposed t---"
His reply was cut short when Kanna's fist collided with his jaw, his teeth clacking together.
"God's graves, woman!" He staggered back, his hand on the spot as he shot a glare in her direction. "Wasn't that the arm I just sewed back together?" he demanded.
"You do good work," she said, pulling back to swing once more.
From I. 05, posting later today