(Haha, good name)
Tim nodded, remembering his head injury. "It's fine. Just a scratch." He examined the bandage on his leg, and then looked up to Oliver. "Thanks." He muttered. He saw Francisco and snorted at his remark. "Breakable, my a**! And how bloody you made me? Think about all the injuries I gave you!" Getting up with the help of his bat, he asked, "Want me to check the bodies? I need to kill something anyways."
(That sucks that you'll be depressed. I might be missing a con that would be my first, but I hope you're not as depressed as you think you'll be~)








