[ugh. Ugh. There's a war of emotion on his face for a moment, before he leans down and grabs the front of Chrys' shirt, hauling him up.
When he speaks next he's switched over to the rumbling tones of the Pyxis language, more specifically the southern dialect, found along the borders of Cepheus]
Get your ass up now or I'll make you get up. Or are you gonna sit here 'til your balls shrivel up from how pathetic you're acting?
[ that seems to be the plan on both sides, as he makes no effort to stay upright. Slamming Raven's head against the worn hardwood, letting go to drive yet more punches at his face, into his ribs, his gut, over and over and over, breath harsh and rapid ]
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