Celris let out a rough laugh, more closely resembling a bark or growl, "Oh NOW the fearless HighBreed retreats!"<br/>She was determined to tear the enemy's arm off, or at least destroy the joints, but a motion from Oz stopped her halfway through.<br/>"Stop. We don't need you injured before we even make it to our destination."<br/>She let go, reluctantly, after making sure to scrape her claws across the metal.<br/>She darted back to Osbourne's side, eyes wary, trained on the enemy.<br/>"Flee! Fly back to your Mother!" She laughed, still pumped up from the adrenaline.<br/>Oz drew the halberd and slid it back onto his back, relaxing. It had been much harder to consider fighting Zelfir, and he was relieved to see the HighBreed on retreat, as well as a little worried.<br/>"See ya later!" Celris let out an enthusiastic whoop, and grinned.<br/>Perhaps a victory, no matter how small was good for the team, but Oz wondered  whether they would pay a price later.<br/><br/>Neff charged ahead, ready for a change of scenery. He felt he'd offended or confused Prometheus, and hoped for better understanding later. He only knew what his instincts told him, and driven by emotion, he supposed he'd been a tad cryptic.<br/>Neff sighed and focused on running, breathing steady and even, despite the miles.<br/>"What awaits us? Do you know?"