The leather jacket kept the blade from cutting in too deep, but did damage nonetheless.
Redfire stands up, covering his wound with the other hand and stares Xalo in the eyes.
If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have let you know I was coming in the first place.
Redfire grabs a bottle of hard alcohol left over from the clientele on a table while keeping his eyes on Xalo, and he pours the alcohol over his wound.
Breathing heavily, Redfire tries to subdue the pain and form a coherent sentence. You are not the man I used to work with.
The Xalo I fought along with back on Leeds disappeared. He might as well be dead already.
I am staring at an alcohol addict.
You are nothing but a shadow of your former self.
Making credits and making FL-ER grow? Redfire scoffs
Wasting your credits and life away in bars is the only thing you've been doing lately.
As Redfire regains some manner of his strength, he grabs a chair and smacks Xalo in the chest with it, knocking the switchblade from his hand.