Nit grumbled<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>at the group when they responded so casually to their threat, possibly in Spanish, but their voice was so constrained from them being flushed in their fury that it was impossible to make out what they were saying. More likely than not, this was probably intentional.<br/><br/>When Axe approached them, Nit began to growl more audibly. Gradually, they hoisted themselves off the table, their weight pressing against the ground. "<span style="font-family: courier;">This isn't going to... make me like... you</span>," they snarled, watching the girl kneel onto the ground and bring out the ice pack. "<span style="font-family: courier;">If anything, I loathe... you more tha- AAAHH... Oh... God</span>..." Nit shuddered and yelped from the uncomfortable chill that resulted from the ice pack being placed there.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Are you... mad or something</span>?" Nit asked with a hiss, trying to push Axe away. "<span style="font-family: courier;">You know people... can see us, right? Gosh... Oh, gosh, stop... touching me like that</span>!" Nit roared as they shoved the girl away, blushing like mad. They seemed to care more about their comfortability during the treatment than after. That, or Nit just did not want Axe to help them at all. Glaring passionately at her, they lowered themselves down on the seat, crossing their legs pretty tightly.<br/><br/>Marcial, on the other hand, remained silent and noncombative as Coup tended to their injuries. The man smiled sweetly at her, oddly enough giggling as she explained the fatality of a broken sternum. "<span style="font-style: italic">That sixty percent still managed to spare my life, however... Honestly, at this rate, this aggression is becoming daily routine</span>." Marcial sighed as he said that final line, clearly disappointed at this fact but at the same time neutral about it. "<span style="font-style: italic">My thanks go to you... Cooper or Coup, was it? Even if you were a tad too combative in the process.</span>" He looked over at Nit with swollen, half-open eyes as he spoke, his mouth morphing from a downwards parabola to a straight line in seconds.