Thank God for Insurance.

So, the dentist fixed the tooth that got cracked in half when the super-strong nigh-invulnerable guy punched me in the face with his sword. It's fantastic, I can't feel the left side of my face.

Unfortunately, the receptionist also gave me a concerned look and slipped me a pamphlet to the local battered women's shelter. I don't think she bought my usual cover story of "I'm really into cage fighting." I'm probably going to have to come up with a new one.