Amycus sits down heavily on the stair and winces in pain. He lifts his right wrist with his left hand trying to inspect the thickly bleeding wound without removing his robe. He grunts in pain and slowly sets the wrist on his knee. Again with his left hand he starts trying to peel the robe up his arm but it gets too painful and he convulses slightly against the wall. "How the fuck did this happen anyway?" he mutters angrily to himself as he looks down at his bloodstained hands.

(ooc: I thought Amycus would have got in on the london attack action but he's got a short temper and is headstrong so obviously gets injured. idiot.)