[ Damn right good knife skills-- WOAH WAIT, RUDE MUCH! Don't drag him around! He makes a point to yank his wrist back in irritation, you know after he catches his balance again after being pulled forwards. ]

That better be a damn key.

[ He mutters as he leans forwards, pressing his hand to the tree trunk as he hovers over Sion. His own head swimming. ]

[ ... yeah that's no key. ]

Well shit.