[The kick to the ribs leaves him gasping, so the remainder of the fight is blissfully free from any further provocative remarks. Instead he doubles down on fighting back, getting vicious with his elbows and knees. At first he tries to limp after them, clutching his side, Zero doing a spastic war dance by his feet, but Dimitri turns down a corridor and out of sight before Niles can even get his head to stop swimming. He stumbles to a wall to brace against, leaving bloody hand prints when he finally pushes off and returns to the serving table.
He should avoid bleeding in the communal food probably. There's drips all over the tablecloth and floor already, but there's not much he can do about that. He shuffles back into the room itself and shuts the door, now suddenly grateful for that big bathroom with all its towels.]
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He should avoid bleeding in the communal food probably. There's drips all over the tablecloth and floor already, but there's not much he can do about that. He shuffles back into the room itself and shuts the door, now suddenly grateful for that big bathroom with all its towels.]