Her foot also flies off him. He shakes his head and sighs, faux-disappointed. "[color=ffe34c]Really, Artimes. Do you think I'm stupid? I'm the oldest of four: I know how this is gonna go down. You're gonna try to rile me up into a fight, and I'm not going to give in. You'll probably sulk for a while, and then we'll have an actual fight once you're healed and have forgiven me.[/color]" He continues to back out of the arena. "[color=ffe34c]I'm not being sarcastic when I say: this is for your own good.[/color]"