Pulling himself from the ground, feeling aching and sore, Alsten checks himself over for wounds that might need immediate attention, however doesn't find any. He then begins working triage, first checking for his allies and their wounds, quickly noticing clothing has become much less covering than before, thanks to the rampaging kittengirls.<br/><br/>"Asuna, Tannis are you two alright?, looks like we all got pretty well roughed up there. Who the heck through the bomb anyways?" He sounds both concerned and angered, though he knows who did it, he's feigning (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3632736/) ignorance for more than a few reasons. Now more than ever this plague has become truly threatening to the world, those catgirls are now spreading like the clap in a dockside whorehouse without a cleric in sight.