Zwei-t up

The handle made hard-impact with Zwei's head as the world around him seemed to go black as his body seemed to get ever closer to the ground with each passing second. His mind had gone blank. He lay on the ground in a unconscious heap with his limbs sprawled in random directions. It was evident he wouldn't be getting up for a while.

Fionn sighed and stood over Zwei cleaning the blood off of Oberursels handle and blade before sliding it back into the strap holster on his back and kneeling down next too his friend too check for pulse. "You really shouldn't try to fight a guy who kills people for a living man, if it wont work out for a high ranking white fang member it wont work out for you." Fionn said smugly before bandaging Zwei's wounds and picking him up in a very "well that's that" way, walking back to Vale with the boy on his shoulders.

As quickly as Zwei's vision had faded out, it began to fade in once more, he groaned as his body protested his awakening and his eyes forced themselves open. "Ah hell, that didn't take long did it?" he chuckled to himself slightly. "And now the prince is carrying the fair maiden off into the sunset I see!" he jested as he pieced the battle together in his mind. "Maybe I should start wearing a helmet with my mask." he mumbled to himself.

"Provided the Princess is a sadomasochistic drug addict." Fionn said before laughing and continuing his walk, now entering the city and continuing his way down the street.
"Hey are you hungry Zwei? I know of a good place around here." He said happily as he began to walk in the direction of the aforementioned place of food, the boy once again still on his shoulders as he walked, briefly having thoughts about whether or not he had nice, plump, and comfortable shoulders.