Forte scoffed at the chiding. Obviously, he wasn't going to run out now, when he couldn't even stand without his side screaming at him. His response was also a lot less sincere than the one he'd given Sheena.

"Fine, I'll take care of myself. And I can wait to get a weapon. I'll just get myself healed, and wait until I can get even stronger before I try again, the same as I always do.

"And I can't move my arm because I still have my face." He didn't actually stick his tongue out at Teisel, but the intention was clear from his tone - he was still intent on being proud of himself, regardless of his current condition. If he had had a metal pipe, he'd probably be fine now.