The fight was over, but that pain! It wouldn't let up! He had to escape, resist and evade whatever that was. Gun still in his right hand, head in the left, he staggered to the girl. "We're... Leaving..." He bite out, voice betraying only a part of hte pain he felt, and partly shocked he could speak at all. Then, a measure of peace was found, as the aircraft came to rest, rotors still going, but not nearly as fast. This was his chance. "Meet, at... The top." He forced the words from his lips, and broke into a run up the obscure paths of the canyon, moving on three or four limbs more often then two. Yet he was silent, almost without sound and leaving most rocks undisturbed. Pain ignited adrenaline, adrenaline spurred movement, but he could only block out so much. Still he staggered, still he strained, the odd spark escaping the back of his skull as he ran and climbed.<br/><br/>Evade... And resist... And have Becca remove that SOUND from his head!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>