Hallbjorn had a moment of disorientation as they appeared instantly at the truck all the way from the Alamo. It was not enough that he failed to catch Kara as she fell, though. The blond Berserker caught his love in his arms, swollen with divine power and muscles surging with untold might. He was in a world of pain, but none of that mattered because Kara was safe. He hoped that it was only the use of her unknown powers that had caused her to fall and not some injury. He gave her a once over and did not see any sign that the demons had harmed her - their blades seemed to not have cut her precious flesh.<br/><br/>Despite the hurt he was feeling, Hallbjorn opened the passenger side door of the truck and got Kara secured in the seat, settling her in and buckling the seat belt. He shut the door and made his way over to the other side, biting back a flare of pain. Several of his ribs were broken, and it made breathing difficult. It would be a welcome respite if he could simply pass out and let his body regenerate while he was unconscious, but that was not an option. He did pause to twist his broken nose back into place, biting back against the pain of that on top of everything else.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn's body shrank, diminishing from its enlarged state as he let the rage go. That brought with its own fatigue, and Hallbjorn felt the weight of it keenly. But he pulled himself into the driver's seat and started the engine. He drove out of the hotel parking lot and made his way east onto the interstate highway. The large man glanced over at Kara with a worried expression as he drove. "Kara? Are you alright?" The man asked. He did not expend the effort to mask the worry he felt, letting it show in his voice. His control was better spent staying awake and resisting the debilitating fatigue that followed the Berserker rage and the pain of his many injuries. His eyes were grey, although the blood had the left side of his face covered by hair that had gotten stuck to his skin. The platinum strands were stained crimson by their exposure to his blood. At least it hid some of how badly beaten he was.