[ Alright, that's enough lying down. Dimitri coughs -- his sense of taste has gone along with everything else, but he can smell the blood that hits the back of his hard palate. His head still rings from the collision with the wall, the staticky blur of a concussion joining everything else he's deferring for later, but he's not too dizzy to lever himself off the floor. Even if he does have to brace himself on the wall. ]
Go -- [ His voice rasps, then cracks. He breaks into coughing again before he manages to raise his voice. ] G-go for the joints!
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Go -- [ His voice rasps, then cracks. He breaks into coughing again before he manages to raise his voice. ] G-go for the joints!