While Dust is busy doing cool flip rolls and shit, Zelgadis is preparing to go on the offense. he readies his blade and prepares to charge forward, but the sudden question kind of throws off his momentum and he pauses.

"I-- what? Yeah, of course I'm... oh."

Bleeding, quite a lot. This shirt is probably ruined. Cool cool cool.

"...I'm sure it's not as bad as it looks. It's fine."