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"If my arm doesn't work, then that's fine. I'll just have to get stronger to make up for it."

He was the one at fault for getting bitten. If he was faster, then he wouldn't be in this situation anyway.

"Anyway. See ya around."

He said before getting up to leave.

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Maybe footing was more important than he originally thought it was.

"Swords are deep I guess..."

He couldn't retreat. He couldn't stab either. He didn't want her to tear anything else important either.

He quickly swiped the air with his sword, sending a shockwave of tightly packed air at her burning mouth.

It wasn't as strong as he would've liked it to be.
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"So when do ya wanna fight again? A couple of months from now?"

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"If yer askin' fer help, I don't speak fire."

He said before scooting himself over to the fallen dragon. It would be difficult to do with one arm, but he'd take his time to wrap the cloth around her head.

At least it would stop the bleeding.
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The otter exclaimed before grasping his sword in both hands. He couldn't really run around too much, so he'd wait for the hound to strike.

Unless she decided to run, he'd have to figure out something for that.

Maybe throwing his sword?

Yeah, that could work.

Definitely.

He'd miss that ankle. It was good for swimming and running. The sheer thrill he got from the excruciating pain and sensation of blood leaving his body kept a smile on his face. He'd tug his sword free from her arm while he fell back.

"Yosh! I figured ya had it in ya."
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He said casually before tearing off another piece of his sleeve with his teeth and drops it down on Titania's face.

"That's fer ya. Whenever ya feel like patchin' yerself up. I don't mind fightin' ya, but don't touch my neck again."

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He pulled up the sleeve of his bleeding arm with his teeth and tore his opposite sleeve in the same manner.

With some difficulty, he managed to wrap it up enough to stop the steady stream of blood.

"I'll be fine after a good meal and some rest."
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"Whatcha sorry for? I just said ya was the first one. Everyone else thinks I'd cut their hands off fer tryin'."

He paused for a moment and gave it some thought.

"They're probably right-"

"My teeth are pretty sharp, so that makes a lotta sense. You're the first person to want to pull my hair."

"Sounds like it would hurt. Wouldn't it?"

He asked while folding his arms.

"Well... then again, some people like biting, so I guess that tracks."