Rauly groaned as he lifted his head from the piece of metal jutting out amongst the debris. “Ugh...how much...Wheaties...you been eatin’?” He muttered, his words a bit slurred as he slowly lifted himself up and stumbled down from the pile of junk. Though he was on his feet, his balance was severely compromised as he fumbled around on the ground, dizzily looking for Lucien to give him a piece of his mind, preferably in fist form.<br/><br/>He turned enough to find the shining silver amongst the dull gray, but his vision was blurred and couldn’t make him out clearly enough to sock him. Suddenly, a shooting pain struck him, starting at a point on the back of his head. Reaching a hand back there to feel what his ailment was, looking for a lump, but finding something warm and wet instead. His brows furrowed in confusion as he brought his hand back around to take a closer inspection, only to find it covered in blood. His facial expression smoothed, but he was no less disappointed, “ah...fuck.” He groaned, then his eyes slowly shifted upwards until they completely disappeared behind his upper eyelids, and his large frame just collapsed with a loud thud, disturbing the dirt on the ground into a puff of smoke around him. Knocked out.