"...Just the neck." He nods, making a mental note to try to avoid thrusts to the main body. "I feel pain as much as the next guy, but... if you do manage to cut me up a little, don't worry about it." He grins. "I'm not worried about it." That's practically an insult, and he moves back from the swords and booze to a clear area where they'll have plenty of room.
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Date: 2010-12-28 12:15 am (UTC)