<strong>Name: </strong>Henrik<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Top<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>Siren<br/><br/>He fell downwards towards the ground, her tail managing to catch him off guard; but still, he is nothing if not adaptable, and before he can fully land on the ground, he'd have pushed the elft sword into the mats and leaned against it, keeping him mostly upright; rather than ending up on his ass and prone, he was kneeling, with the right sword coming down, and nearly smashing into her tail.<br/><br/>Why nearly? Because he caught the sight of blood, perhaps even before she herself did. She was injured enough, no need to inflict further injury upon her. Had this been a real fight, though, he'd have likely sliced her tail off.<br/><br/>Instead, he was content to set his swords off to the side, and pull the appendage off of him. He would then regather the swords, and stand up, using them to assist him. "You'd better get to the doctor."<br/><br/>He wouldn't assist her with that, though. If anything, it'd be Sparx duty as captain.   Hell, though, even if Henrik was captain, he'd probably insist she go it alone anyways. That was how he was taught; never to rely on another person, on anything.  Expect no mercy, no aid.<br/><br/>Naturally, that rubbed off of him, and colored his own view of the world, and how things should be.