Zan wasted no time in kicking Girim's spear away from him, exhaling sharply through his nose and placing a free hand on his wounded side. Ouch, ouch, ouch. He [i]hated[/i] bladed weapons and spears were just one more to add to that very long list. He smoothed his hair out with a slightly bloody hand before turning to smile at his grandmother.

She raised an eyebrow in that imperious way of hers, eyes darting down to the boy her grandson had just defeated.

"Oh, um..." he started, moving towards Girim's spread-eagled form. "Are you okay? Hitting the floor like that can't be good for the bones..." While moving to see if his opponent was alright, he kept a wary hand on his arm to prevent him from attacking again. His grandmother might enforce the rule of 'always nice' but that wasn't necessarily incompatible with 'paranoid'.

"Mrs. Moreno? What are you going to do with these two?" They were easy to defeat, certainly, and Zan suspected they wouldn't last long in the outside world of the mafia without the Moreno family's protection. It was slightly suspicious, too.