Nothing says impressive like a dude coming up to you on a giant horse with a broken spear while their entire shoulder is just bleeding all over the place. Henry pulls down his mask, the heat of his laughter building up uncomfortably behind the cloth. Makes it easier to hear him, too, over all the noise.

"This almost makes up for it."

He accepts the broken spear, chuckling at the bizarre presentation of it all. Then almost as if on cue, Lucky decides he wants to collapse right there. He can't blame the poor thing, hobbling along and losing a great amount of blood while toting him along through a battlefield. Instead of crashing along with the beast, he flips off the saddle as gracefully as he could manage. Upon landing, he uses the spear to give Midnighter a salute of thanks.