"Hey! Ow!" Zhao Yunlan yells, going down under Da Qing's impact and taking blows to both sides of the face -- he's definitely bleeding on the right, not sure about the left. "There weren't a lot of choices!"

He reaches up, trying to grab Da Qing by the scruff just so he can pull him into a hug. There's a lot of questions he needs to ask, and none of them are going to be improved by a raging cat trying to claw his beard off his face while he asks them.