Greed jolted awake and stared in that direction in disbelief. "Pride?"
Of course he knew Pride had entered the competition, but he didn't believe he could be lucky enough to run straight into him.
Pride crouched down in front of him, touched his forehead, then followed his hand down to his wound. The instant he came into contact with it, Pride froze.
"Who did this?" His voice went cold.
"Hiss... Who else..." Greed gnashed his teeth. "Batman, of course!"
"Let me make sure first. You don't mean..."
"Not that good student of yours, though he's chasing me too. I hit him once. Might've broken his arm..." Greed looked a little guilty too. "You can't blame me for that. I was running for my life..."
"Lie down first," Pride said. "Let me look at the wound."
Greed slowly lay flat, but an even more violent wave of dizziness swept over him. He gritted his teeth to keep himself from passing out, but soon he didn't need to grit them anymore, because Pride had reached his hand into the wound.
"Urgh—!!!" Greed's body shot straight from the pain.
But Pride soon gave up. He said, "Massive internal bleeding. Under normal circumstances, there's no way you'd survive. Think it over. Do you want to leave now, or should I carry you out before you leave?"
Greed squeezed his eyes shut and spent another five minutes cursing Batman in his heart. Not killing was your lie!!!
"Judging from the direction of the stab, he really didn't intend to kill you. If you'd stayed where you were and let yourself be captured, you probably wouldn't have died. But who told you to keep running and jumping, and even throw yourself down from that height? Did you think you were Superman?"
"I'd rather fall to my