It hadn't even been six seconds since their fight began and yet Conrad was already covered in wounds, shallow cuts around his body, and a nasty one across his right cheek. This would be bad for anyone other than him of course.
Before the blood dripping from his cheek could hit the ground, his body was already stitching itself back together. It wasn't anything cinematic, but it returned his body to full working condition.
'It's such a bummer, the same can't be said about my clothes and hair'
He sighed as he looked at his clothes which had line cuts covered in blood and then patted his hair which looked terrible. It was almost as if he cut it himself in a back alley with broken glass.
"Oh, come on! Why can't I catch a break?!"
Naturally, anyone would be livid. He stumbled, hissing through his teeth. Directing his transgression toward the girl responsible.
