Separation And Resolution

"Jerigh.." he responded with a slow, and faint tone.

While the sniper did not appear to have any ill intent towards him, he was still going to make use of every moment he had to recover his arms.

From behind the white bandages, Krit smiled faintly and played along. "I didn't hear you clearly. What was your name again?" He asked as Jerigh's broken bones moved back in position from underneath his flesh. He had been thoroughly impressed by this young man's decisiveness, and to him, it seemed like he was looking at an explorer in the making.

Once again, Jerigh tried to gain time. He did not respond to the question, and instead, he turned to look at the young girl who had tried to crush his head under her high heels. His look was one of anger, and hostility.