Damn. Well, as long as his personal memory banks don't fail him, it's immortalised forever. He can work from there.

Davesprite pulls back himself, automatically reaching for his own sword- it's probably not good enough to take a blow from that, but hell if he's going into something like this unarmed.

"The fuck are you talking about?" he demands, flicking the cyclist a quick look before the guy speeds off. Good for him, no one needs to get caught in whatever showdown is about to happen. His wings lift slightly, feathers raised. "Unless you're talking about getting you to the hospital meaning you don't get another shot at the afterlife rodeo, you're gonna need to talk more."