"Fine, I'll let you off today." Sitting amid the shower of rose petals, Yuri shakily struggled to get up.
After hauling himself to his feet, Yuri still refused to give in. "But..."
"Um, the blood..." Twilight could hardly bear to look at Yuri's blood-covered face.
Richie heard his father still finding time to quip inwardly, Is this a regular occurrence in the Blair family?
"Are you all right, Yuri? You're starting to sway!" Yor swayed herself, staggering over to help him.
Yuri thought, It's only a fatal wound. This little bit of blood loss is nothing!
Richie gave Yuri a mental thumbs-up. As expected of the man with the biggest health bar in the entire show.
And his mother was swaying herself, yet trying to support someone else who was swaying. Was this the adorable contrast of a bashful female assassin?
Richie couldn't quite understand it. His mother was so formidable in combat, yet so adorably ditzy.
Perhaps this was what they meant by God opening a door for his mother while closing a window.
"You're no different, Sis. You're starting to sway too." Blood dripped from Yuri's face onto the floor. His brain could no longer control his body.
By the time Yuri finished speaking, Yor had barely managed to reach him.
Seeing that his sister had come over, Yuri finally stopped forcing himself to stay upright and started to collapse. Yor caught him and asked rather cheerfully:
"Do you need me to call you a taxi?"
Seeing that the battle had finally burned itself out, Richie emerged from behind the curtains and shuffled his short little legs over to cling to Twilight's leg.
A taxi? Calling an ambulance would already be doing Yuri a favor. In his current state, even a hearse wouldn't be excessive.
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