Tim flinches at the clarification. He hadn't wanted to hear that. More evidence that people are here to play. He thinks that whoever it was is more of a berserker than a hero or vigilante. Superficial facial and head wounds aren't usually deadly; sure, they'll bleed copiously, but, if the brain isn't damaged through the orifices or eye and skull isn't penetrated, the victim will live. It's a waste of time.

"Twelve feet," Tim agrees. He thinks that he likes this kid. It's obvious from the bites that he wasn't the best at defense, but he knows enough to not accept the first offer. It could have been heavily biased in his opponent's favor. Smart.

Circling around to the water's edge, Tim gives him the full four yards, with some to spare. There's no point in antagonizing him. See, we're all friends here. He tries not to sound too greedy when he asks, "You found a source of protein? Meat or nuts? I haven't had any since I got here."