Farfarello let himself fall backwards onto the mattress, the drawer clipping his forehead as it whipped past him. Blood trickled down Farfarello's face, but he didn't feel as though he was concussed. Good thing, that, since Caim was finally putting up a decent fight.

He made no effort to dodge Caim's lunge, however, only shifted slightly so that the man wouldn't land on his already-broken ribs and possibly drive them into his lung. Come on, you dumb fuck, get close, and overconfident.