Punch up was all brawn but no brains. It was clear for everyone at SDN to see. But no one really cared about his smarts. He was a great guy to talk to. Always good for a laugh and chat. Even though he wasn’t very smart, he had some wisdom to him.

He portrayed this while on a dispatch with you. The mission was to stop an intruder from stealing a bunch up a money and gold from a bank. Of course, it was just a few thugs that wanted to run it as big villains.

You and Punch up fight the group thugs easily. With Punch up’s strength and healing ability, he was practically invincible. Knocking the thugs down and tying them up. Of course he missed one because he thought you two got all of them.

The thug snuck up from behind you and shot you in the chest. Of course, you were not Punch up so you were not invincible. The bullet when straight through you. Punch up immediately took down the thug that shot you and knocked him out as soon as it happened.

You now laid on the floor, clutching your chest in pain as a puddle of warm blood started to form around you. Punch up waddled over to you quickly. He grunted at himself in frustration. Why didn’t he remember the last thug? Now you were hurt. The only thing Punch up remembered to do was put pressure on the wound.

He laid you on your back and used his big hands to press down on your wounds. Blood seeped through your clothes and the bandages on his hands.

“Aye, shite! I’m so so’ry lad/lass. Me h’ed ain’t as good as it is.” he said sheepishly but also worriedly.