Forgive, O Lord,
my little jokes on thee...
Zeke groaned a little, but nodded slowly, so as not to move his shoulder any.
"Yeah." he said. "I mean, if I can't move my arm that well for a bit, whatever. I've had worse than that." he commented. "But getting my archangel and mage things back would be optimal." he told her.
"Means I won't be completely useless." he sighed.
"But hey, this COULD have been a lot worse." he then said. "It almost hit me in the chest, but I managed to deflect it with my sword, and it... well, travelled to my shoulder, instead." he explained.
"At that point, I... well... I realised I had to do a Hail Mary play, and... thankfully, it worked." he finished.
"...anyway, how are you?" he asked.
...and I'll forgive thy
great big one on me.