[Franciscus takes a glance back when he doesn't hear the sounds of pursuit anymore. Is he...oh Arceus, he's really going to do it. Franciscus ends up dropping to the ground completely, watching the axe spin wildly overhead before dropping down in front of him, bashing him in the shoulder. He lets out a groan as he rubs it, slowly sitting up to see if his pursuer has calmed down yet.]

Another suit ruined...