"Yeah, I was. I'm also used to being beaten with hardwood sticks. I'm quite a bit tougher than you give me credit for." He was slightly annoyed at this point, but realized that it would just be easier to acquiesce.  So he takes off the jacket, and shows her where he's bleeding.<br/><br/>"I'm going to clean it out when I get home. If I need to, I can stitch it, too. As for monsters..." He shrugged his shoulders. "That kind of talk is better saved for private locations.  All this bullshit started because that gung-ho idiot ended up going and shooting his mouth off. And he's just a sociopath to boot." He shook his head. Sociopath may be a harsh thing to call the man, but Leof was revulsed by the<em>shoot first, don't ask questions </em>mentality.<br/><br/>"He was probably going to kill her. And no, I didn't see anybody on fire." Which was the truth; he had been distracted, or perhaps he'd seen the man with the flaming sword but the memory didn't 'stick' because of everything else.<br/><br/>"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to ride home. I'll take you where you want to go if you'd like, but I sure as hell am not walking a few miles on the dark, lonely, quiet streets at this time of night."  As he spoke,. he pulled his jacket back on, and zipped it up, then began to walk towards his motorcycle.