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Nova had to dig his paws into the ground to keep himself from colliding with BattleDemon's sudden stop after they had been running in rhythm for several minutes. Shocked at her sudden intensity, he shot back at her verbal lashing with "Yeah, what else is new Battle." He knew that she never had liked him.

He began to regret what he had said after he saw her continue to break down, rather than getting back up after a moment's rest. The fury on her face was replaced by a pained fear, and Nova refrained from saying anything further hurtful. With one ear tuned for pursuers, he heard nothing for the moment, and figured the three of them needed a rest. Taking stock of his own body, he was frustrated to find that the gash over his eye was still fresh from where he had been clawed, although it didn't feel infected. Yet. Other than other slashes and scrapes that he had sustained throughout the day, he found himself fortunate to have not broken a leg or worse. The fact that the other two were still able to run was a good sign as well.

Turning his attention back to Battle, he hesitantly inched closer to examine her for any hidden wounds that she may be suffering from. "BattleDemon, are you alright?" he probed, unsure of how to help.