Edgard is still reeling from the punch to the jaw. It knocked the wind out of him. Involuntarily, he shoves Benedict away before realizing it's Benedict.

"Sorry." He glances around at everyone on the floor. "Did you-?" He doesn't finish the question and curses in Orlesian.

"You're right. We should go. Leave it, Colin." The last phrase is said in a sharp warning tone. Edgard is all too aware that Colin's out for blood.