His wounds were more of a source of anger than something that he meant to bitch and moan about. Running was, fortunately, one of the simple tasks that he could excel in regardless of handicaps. Now, if one of them took a shot at one of his legs... that might have posed a bit of a problem.

That was not the case, however, and he followed the sound advice of his partner's brilliant plan and kept running.

The fact that one of those things had divebombed her hadn't escaped his attention and he matched her pace for a moment.

"You didn't get hit, did you?!"