He's doubled over, clutching at his abdomen. Blood spreads across his sleeve as his other arm hangs limp at his side. His breaths are shaky are irregular as he looks down at the corpse of the Claymore.

At Dinah's voice, he looks up and nods. "Hey," he says.


Slowly, he takes his arm away from the wound, revealing a massive blotch of blood spreading fast over his abdomen.

He looks at Dinah again, his eyes blank from shock.

"I think it's pretty bad."