Malcolm struggled a moment longer then he still blinking as he looked around for his assailant and all he saw was Negan. Half underneath him.

His eyes widened slightly and he pushed himself up onto his knees, off of the other man, letting go of the poker.

"....Negan?" He looked around again as a realization settled in the pit of his stomach. The thing he was fighting had never been there. Had it been Negan all along or had he just shown up? He had no way to know.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, a note of despair in his voice.