He got minor cuts from all the tall grass he was running through. The pokegirls themselves did very little damage, if any to him, or at least that was the way it seemed as he ran. Their bites were small and he was able to shake them off as he ran. He broke into the factory and slowed down a bit. The walkway was overgrown, and there was rust on the doors while they just hung their just waiting for their bolts to give out and let them fall to the floor.<br/><br/>There was a distinct feeling that there was someone else there as he ran towards the catwalk above the various hot vats of what Ridge assumed to be hot metal. But he threw that notion out of his mind. He had to run from the things behind him first. The catwalk was rattling with every step he took and he was not sure if it was safe or if the thing was just going to throw him in a vat of hot liquid metal. Again, something he should not bother with so he stopped thinking about it till he heard the whimpering of the two feral pokegirls as something attacked them. He looked back and saw what he identified to be a TorchChick blowing fire at his attackers. He slowed down to a brisk walk. He took a quick drink of his water bottle. And then he looked back at the TorchChick. His mind was no longer throwing away ideas. There was various things he had to think about now that one problem was solved.<br/><br/>Ridge was not sure if he should thank her or run. She didn't look all too scary but she was still a feral pokegirl, who could breathe fire. He looked deep into the red eyes of hers to try and sense some kind of desire to kill though he could not make a proper assessment. And considering he had just run from other feral pokegirls, he stopped walking and started to inhale deeply again, preparing for another quick dash. He was pretty tired from his first run, to do it again in a rundown factory was just going to be a challenge and from the way the TorchChick was dressed he could only assume that she knew her way around this place. Of all his luck he had to run out of the pot and into the fire. He resumed his sprinting stance and then started to dash off again. His sprint was nowhere near as fast as it once was, but it was still a very breakneck pace. Ridge noticed a considerable heat increase as he kept running. It was just getting hotter and hotter as he ran. The air itself burned and it hurt to breathe. Ridge had to stop running. He looked back and saw he had made good progress. But she had him now without even moving from her spot. He could not proceed for the fear of the higher temperatures and could not go back because that is where she waited for him.<br/><br/>Of all things Ridge could have done in that moment he decided to try and grab the railing of the catwalk to steady himself while he tried to catch his breath. Without even getting his hand on it, then he was burned. He hollered in pain. He held his burned hand with his good hand, opening the burned hand he saw it was nothing too bad, just a first degree burn. There was stuff to treat it in his backpack but he doubted she would even give him the chance to grab it, let alone enough time to treat his hand. He watched TorchChick to see what she was going to do.