The man had started to turn away, but he stopped when he saw me rise once more. A look of equal parts rage, shock, and disgust flashed across his scarred face. "Why won't you stay down?"
My hand slid in a pool of my own blood as I tried to straighten, the shimmering edge of the Triforce blazing to life.
"Because..." I said, attempting to wipe the blood from my chin as I reached for the hilt of my blade. I glared at him through my one good eye, and snarled defiantly.
"Because I can still hold my sword."