Dash jumped back when he heard footsteps near him. He reached behind his back and pulled out a knife, ready for another fight. When the female tore her shirt and spoke, Dash returned the knife to its case on his waist and walked up to her. "Well you didn't need to ruin your shirt for a little knife wound," He said softly, beginning to hoist his sword and gun case off his back. He took off his tattered cloak, revealing a lightly scaled armor vest, bare arms, and a pair of pants decorated with many knives, handguns and tools. He had a muscular build and was well equipped for almost every situation. The fur on both of his arms were stained with blood and his vest was dented from bullets. Along with the appearant knife wound, Dash had a bullet wound in his right forearm which was very minor.
He gratefully took the piece of shirt from Dara and tore it in half, one piece for each wound. "So," He began as he wrapped his arms. "I'm guessing you are part of the resistance." He stopped to tie one wrap with his teeth. "If you don't know, I can just kill you and that would make it much easier," He smirked, looking up at the other cheetah.