( OOC: Oh, you typed that you stepped forward one step. I thought it was an advance. I'm sorry T.T I'm a horrible person. *Cries in corner* lol)<br/><br/>*With the bleeding slowed and the hand elevated, color returned to his face. He laughed in his semi-conscious state and mumbled something about a "Close call" and then he rolled over and groaned. His first reaction was to try to rise on the injured hand, which elicited nothing other than a grunt of pain as he rose wobbly.*<em>Dammit! I'm a general for crying out loud, I can't be passing out in front of the troops from such a paltry wound! I must lead them into battle!</em>*His focus returned as he looked around slowly regaining his bearings. He saw the group and remembered the event. He immediately chuckled at his battleground behavior and sighed.*<strong>Such sparring brings back fond memories of the battlefield. Swords ringing and the drums of war singing.</strong>*He furrowed his brow at the throbbing of his hand and reached into his pack. He pulled out a potent looking bottle of liquid and pulled the cork out. He poured a bit onto his hand and winced in pain, then drank from the bottle itself and winced as he gulped. He replaced the cork and bottle and pulled out a white wrapping. While wrapping, he comments.*<strong>Nothing like a sip of Dragon's Bite to bring life back into the body.</strong>*His gaze shifted to the Drow.*<strong>Today just gets more exotic every passing minute. One of the Elegant Ancients, the Proud Fay, and the Never-Seen Drow.</strong>*He walked away from the two ladies and retrieved his sword from the dirt.*<em> Geez, and I thought my life was interesting before. This isn't neccesarily good though. If even the Drow have journeyed out this far, then the rumors may be true... Wait. Drow and Fay... This may or may not go well.</em>*His eyes flitted between the Drow and Fay to gauge the reaction between the two.*<strong>I suppose I have you to thank for the nice clean wound? I thank you...</strong>*He looked at the Fay quizzically*