Yuri nodded and took the hand wincing and gritting his teeth in pain as he righted himself. He shook his head at the question motioning to his blood stained pants. Not to mention he was sweating and breathing quite heavily, "The injuries...are getting to me. Nate, I may not keep up this fight. Now let's get back to it."<br/><br/>Yuri turned around, and his cut was looking terrible. He picked up his blaster smiling at the sense of added security, "If I don't make it, make sure I rest in pepperoni." He laughed at his sudden joke, but the laugh made him feel slightly better.