I looked down at him as he lay crumpled across the floor in front of me.
He was coughing up blood as well, although judging from the way he was breathing and moving, he didn't seem to be seriously injured. It looked considerably worse than it actually was, so I decided there wasn't much point in wasting my energy healing him when he could recover perfectly fine on his own.
"You are still alive because I used a wooden sword," I told him while looking down at his state. "You were the one demanding that I use a real sword, so if this had actually been a real blade, you'd be lying there in two pieces right now."
Technically speaking, I hadn't even used the sword to put him down.
I had used my foot instead.
Still, that small technicality didn't really change the point I was making, especially since the result would have been considerably uglier if I had actually been holding a real weapon during that exchange.
