[Squalo is struggling just to focus his eyes, but he manages to grab the ring and pocket it. Maybe he should do something about his arm, really, because that's still bleeding enough he won't be conscious for long. It shows, the bloodloss, the steep drop from the adrenaline high. Makes him slur his words. For now he stays, crouching next to his defeated opponent.]

And you're gonna fucking what? Stick your head in a puddle and die like a coward? Wait until whatever the fuck's in the water eats you?

[The teen struggles to his feet, glaring at the downed assassin.]

Vooooooooooooi. What the hell, Yamamoto?