Tas felt the blow and felt the shock of pain through his face. He had no idea if the man broke his nose or not but it didn't factor in. Tas was a born Hunter. He was born to ignore pain. He had broken bones he had fought through before. Now Tas could feel the wet stickiness of blood on his face. He only smiled and licked his lips. He kept his hold on the man and said, "That was fun," he pressed the blade deeper against the man's throat. He wished he had his wrist blade. He could flick it out and stab the guy in the side. He would have to reach for another blade.
"Tris," Tas said, his voice low and even, "Go. Go to the car and drive." He would deal with this guy then go home. Tris needed to leave.