He braces himself with his hands on the table as Soldat pulls off his boot, and slowly exhales through his nose as he fights against the pain of his ankle being handled - though yes, he does appreciate that he's being careful this time around.

"I saw six. Sounded like more but the others fled. They didn't seem as coordinated as some of them, just a group looking for easy pickings." And he made sure that he wasn't that. Might've taken a few blows but nothing compared to what the spirits suffered - not that suffering was his goal, and he was glad several of them ran. Better to intimidate a bunch of them into running than to have to kill more than he needs to, but he'll do whatever it takes to keep the others safe, and he doesn't feel an ounce of guilt for the deaths of a few spirits when it's a matter of their survival.