" Stop moving, it'll only make it hurt more "
(@galacticpyrrhic from @ Dark Meta Knight)
The hiss that came from the warrior's mouth expressed great physical pain and an even greater annoyance with his current situation. Even as fresh, hot blood continued to seep out of a very open wound on his feathered wing, he was very quick to use said injured wing to harshly slap away any brazen attempt to get near it.
He had been gotten good. It took a lot to get someone like him to bleed so profusely, and with a considerable amount of discomfort on top of that. It must have been frustrating, embarrassing even. And it was only made worse when a puffball bearing the visage of someone he was not exactly thrilled to see barged in and tried to offer help.
"Leave me! I do not require assistance from an enemy!" Galacta Knight demanded. Though he winced behind his mask with every move he made, some unspeakably spiteful, stubborn force within the ancient warrior wanted plenty of space between him and... Well, whoever he was. Perhaps they were that awful Knight's younger- nay- twin brother?