"I’m done for, aren’t I?" he muttered, dazed and barely able to form words in his buzzed mind. Heath wiped the blood coming out from his nose, uncaring that his hand was also bloodied, though it wasn't his own. He couldn’t finish them off; he was out of battery to do that, and his hits were not strong enough to be lethal. However, the twin assassins were unconscious now, thankfully, since he was not in any better condition. He couldn’t even tie them up or something, you know, as a precaution for when they woke up seeking vengeance. Heath could barely feel parts of his body; every inch of him was buzzing as if it were made of ants instead of muscles, bones, and organs. ‘Well, at least it’s not sharp pain, aha ha ha,’ he thought, though he was glad that was the case. Anyhow, "Man, I really need more exercise," he chuckled breathlessly, though what he noticed firsthand was how peaceful his head was compared to earlier. 'Wait. Is this why Master always kicks me around and drags me to
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