The stab to the calf was more than enough to get Joe to limp away but it was the look in Greed's eyes that made him want to leave. No girl and no money was worth the promise that Greed held in those eyes.
Zoe didn't know which were new aches and which were old aches. She put a hand to her head and then rolled her shoulders. So far, nothing seemed broken. Her clothes were a little torn and she was dirty with a few visible scrape, a tear in her tights that showed a cut on her thigh.