He takes the cloth, and wipes away a drizzle of blood oozing from his blackened nose. “All of this because someone found out I had some Lho-Sticks (cigarettes).” He let out a mirthless chuckle as he handed back the cloth. “To whom do I owe my appreciation, hm?”

The Spartan remained silent as he stares at the man. Pointing to his throat, he makes an X with his arms. Breathing out slightly, a burst of embers comes from his helmet. He wasn't sure how to let himself be known...