[i]Zachary fell back, using his left glove to wipe the blood off his straight sword as to avoid rusting. Examining Marcia's wounds, he couldn't help but feel bad for injuring her so; however she acted like a b*tch, and that was what she got. He sheathed his straight sword, sighing slightly.[/i] "This duel's over," [i]He said matter-of-factly, looking at Marcia, his bright blue eyes meeting her golden ones.[/i] "Get those wounds checked out. If you need help getting to wherever you need to go for patching up, just say so." [i]He wasn't a complete jackass to even those he disliked; he was nice enough to provide aid to the wounded, no matter what they'd done or said to him.[/i]