'Spar with me.'

He had to make sure he heard that invitation correctly. Nevermind the fact that they had just met, and he was new to this particular area. Now, he was invited to a fight with an injured woman who shouldn't have even asked for such a thing as a spar. She needed a medic more than anything else... Sadly, a medic he was not.

"Miss..." He stated, clearing his throat and trying to wipe away the sudden shock of what she had requested from his memory. "In all due respect... A spar... Is not what you need right now..." He spoke, his tone more serious as his eyes stayed locked on hers. He noticed the injury to her hip, the blood that matted and stained her pelt. "Is there anyone you know around here that I could help take you to so you can get proper treatment?"

He really didn't understand what had happened to her. It was more so concern than anything with the way he presented himself to her. Let alone the fact she was alone with injuries such as this, in his line of work... It was never a good sign. But, if he could help her find someone to mend her wounds, it would be worth it in the end to him.