Dimitri wasn't one to make assumptions. He more was tactful, more calculating. He wanted to have had more time, but his own rage got the better of him. No, he wasn't known for being rational or comprehensive. And he was definitely known for making stupid mistakes. God be damned he'd been so close to moving up in the food chain, but he was stuck here. Well, quite literally. Kane hitting him like a freight train knocked the wind out of him, his chest plate biting into his flesh viciously. He choked on blood as several ribs cracked under Kane's force.<br/><br/>"Shit," he cursed, trying not to show so much fear but there was no hiding it. He could very likely die here. He gripped onto one of Kane's wrists, cursing himself over and over. Well, it was good to know the pain injection was working, but it certainly was<i>not </i>helping his current predicament. "Kane," he wheezed, his body fighting to heal the damage. "Kane I can undo the injection. I have the cure." More cursing. "Don't kill me. Fuck I'll do anything."