Then you should have aimed for his legs, so he could not chase you. A man of your dummy's stature would still be able to catch up to you and overpower you even with an injury to the arm.

[Sebastian hums as he walks over to serve Ciel his tea, arching an eyebrow.]

As much as he is able to, I suppose. He is still attempting to find a place to live, and has not yet accepted Miss Rhode's invitation to house with her in his old rooms.