Vocado smirked as the blast landed clean. Even if he was happy with his success, he still felt the sting of his self-afflicted pain. Yet again he’d pushed himself too far; eked out more Ki than he actually had.
”It’s only… a Draw… because I was ten whiskey’s deep!”
Some of the crowd that somehow survived the blast silently cheered, exchanging coins and credits as the dust finished settling.
Try as he might to stand, Vocado couldn’t quite manage it. Instead, he found himself leaning against the crater wall, breath staggered as Matoto declared his plans. It was fine enough, he supposed. People had things to attend to; he wouldn’t prevent his new subordinate from seeing family.
Even still, he was a little disappointed in his own performance. He needed to control his temper! It’d gotten him in trouble far too many times. Hell, the migraines still hadn’t fully faded from his encounter with Azoth nearly a year ago. Would he ever truly be rid of them? The thumping suddenly raging in his head implied otherwise.
Eventually, he too drifted into the sea of unconsciousness. Someone would eventually drag the two of them out of the crater, dumping them in front of a local infirmary…