Tycho watched the deft rapier strike of the Catfolk as it simply slid into the weak joint of the guard's armour. Gra'Zir didn't even seem to look at the guard he was stabbing, but the blow was majestic and fluid. Fluid, Tycho could feel a sickly warm variety of such a thing making it's way down from an agonizingly deep wound on his chest.<br/><br/>Despite his overwhelming pain, Tycho only managed a laugh. A loud, uncomfortable, perhaps hysterical, laugh. It echoed around the upstairs of the house for several short second before he stopped abruptly and pulled out a set of bandages from his belt pouch. "Pulled through at the end now didn't you!" He said in a rather pleased tone to Gra'Zir, as he pulled away enough torso covering to bandage his wounds up. Hopefully it would be enough until they left this hellhole.