Two broken ribs and more impending harm were making L more than a little pale and shaky. He didn't know what to expect, L realized, and that was what was doubtless scaring him the most. Whatever this man was capable of couldn't be controlled by a mere human.
"My place..." L murmered, holding his lower rib cage where the bones actually felt splintered. He glanced up at Kal with animal eyes. How unfair... L was delicate. L was meant to manipulate things with his natural cleverness. His hands were best when typing, playing the violin, or moving chess pieces. They were not a fighter's hands.
"If you hurt me... I'll kill us both. That is my place. That is where I'm currently standing."