[ He's breathing heavily at its end, muscles pleasantly sore in a way he knows he's going to feel for a while. For now, though, it feels good to stretch, stand properly upright again, grunt in satisfaction.

He crinkles his nose as he feels the dried blood there; takes a glove off to wipe away at it. He's probably a great sight to look at now, at least until he can properly wash it off.

It feels a little too natural, maybe. And now that the heat of the moment's over with he can... not really consider that, because Harley's a pretty similar sight, and she just said exactly what he was thinking. ]

Yeah, usually it's tough to find that many to take on all at once. Didn't know these guys were even a thing here.

[ It's a casual remark, like he's perfectly fine with the idea of having to fight roving gangs of soldiers at a moment's notice. He idly nudges at a stray, haphazardly strewn soldier's arm with the toe of his boot. Maybe there's a light groan in response. Or maybe he's just imagining that because a sign of life is probably a good thing. There's no additional movement, either way.

Turns to look back at Harley. ]

Sure hope they didn't get in the way of whatever you were doing before. [ Pauses, considers. ] Unless it ended up being a good thing.

[ Happy accidents, and all that. He figures he's probably in that boat; a good, old-fashioned brawl beats a regular walk any day. ]