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The word [color=#e3dac9]shit[/color] travelled in Yuri's mind before the actual blow was connected. The punch did not "break" his arm per se. His skin was too dense to have bone popping out of it from the bone, but Lorken could hear a sizeable crack worthy enough to make Yuri grimace. Yuri then soldiers through the pain and delivers a kick to the big man's body and manages to escape his grip and then land on his feet, staggering back a bit. He then resorts to digging back in his backpack and drinking more milk, sighing as he finishes the whole carton. "... That. Hurt."

Yuri, seemingly on his last leg, was panting heavily. He was heavily bruised enough from Lorken's attacks and he has his shirt cut open by a knife. He rolled his previously injured arm, stretching out and until one could hear a satisfying crack. He then looks at Lorken, spitting out some more blood before wiping his face. He dispelled his quote-on-quote gauntlets, looking towards the big man to see if he wanted to try anything else. Yuri just stood out with his arms out in questioning. "Well, what's the verdict, big guy?"