[ Matt comes in like some kind of avenging fighter - albeit not quite fast enough to stop the stranger from clocking him in the nose and making the taste of iron spill onto his tongue. His vision goes blurry for a moment as he staggers, trying (rather pathetically) to swing back at the stranger only for his fist to meet air. Thankfully there isn't enough momentum to accidentally hit the new arrival and everything else seems to snowball after that.
By the time he manages to stagger into the door jamb and his vision returns, his mysterious assailant is out for the count. A pained laugh answers Matt's initial question. ]
Apparently I have friends everywhere. [ His hand comes to his face in a very poor attempt at staunching the blood flowing from his nose. Somewhere from behind his calf, the air purifier cheerful puffs out more dust. ] I've had worse. Thanks.
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By the time he manages to stagger into the door jamb and his vision returns, his mysterious assailant is out for the count. A pained laugh answers Matt's initial question. ]
Apparently I have friends everywhere. [ His hand comes to his face in a very poor attempt at staunching the blood flowing from his nose. Somewhere from behind his calf, the air purifier cheerful puffs out more dust. ] I've had worse. Thanks.