[@BCTheEntity] The man grunted and groaned as Dirk tried to take the tiger print coat. [color=orangered]"Uuugh... Don't even... Think about... It."[/color] He gripped the coat with surprising strength for someone clearly in danger of bleeding to death and battered from head to toe. There was no doubt he held strong conviction... At least toward his coat. Smith suddenly appeared in the room as though he had always been present. [color=black]"What seems to be the hubbub?"[/color] he asked rather nonchalantly, before noticing the man injured on the ground. [color=black]"Oooooh. Eeeeh. Ouch."[/color] That's when the man's eyes suddenly shot open, completely red with bloodshot veins, pupils dilated as far as they could expand. [color=orangered]"So they missed a couple of ya,"[/color] he grunted, slowly rising up into a sitting position. Each movement was made with great effort and through gritted teeth as he fought back against the pain. [color=orangered]"Hey. How'd ya like ta... Help take out Bullet Bill?"[/color] The injured man tore off a piece of his button-up shirt using his teeth, then wrapped it tight around his shredded leg, knotting it with considerable skill. The bleeding seemed to stop. [color=orangered]"Help me get command of my men back, and we'll let you go without any more of these stupid ridiculous challenges. Whaddya say?"[/color] The man paid no attention to Smith, asking Dirk directly. Well, he hadn't yet [i]seen[/i] Smith, despite the man standing right next to Dirk. Ninjas, man.