Nathaniel glared at Claude, holding his ground. "How long do you think this woman has been running, hmmm?" he said in a narcissistic sort of way. He continued to lock eyes with Claude as he spoke, "I wouldn't be surprised if it's been hours since she started running. Even an angel can't run that long without collapsing."<br/><br/>He glanced down at her, looking her over. A single drop of rain fell onto her cheek. Another fell on Nathaniel's head. He looked over to the knight and his companions. "I suggest we keep going, unless you want to be overrun with blood-lusting demons." He nodded to the knight, "Lead on, Cromwell."