Sephiroth: 1900 hours, got it. This man we are meeting – his name is offensive? *sits down on the bed to pull up his sleeve and rebandage his injury* The injury is the result of a cheap shot. One of the second-year recruits rushed at me, then scored my arm with a pocket blade while distracting me with his sword. I should have seen it coming. *grunts and flicks the old bandage into the garbage* I should have seen it coming. *glances at the wound, then covers it up again* Ah, good. No stitches were ripped.
