Zane looked down at his felled enemy. "Looks like you wont be earning your pair of Brass Balls." He chuckled at his wit, before he walked to the door by Martialis. He held his wound with his free hand, his sword still in his other. He looked inside, then back the other way, watching the room they fought in."I will cover us the best I can, should any other demon try to hinder us."