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His boots and a good portion of his uncomfortable leggings now covered in mud and various other bits from the forest, Nate trudges slowly behind Shawn. The medic couldn't help but frown slightly, this journey had already been dangerous enough with the Legion but now several people were already at each others' throats. Though he would normally be ignoring this childish behaviour, it could have a very negative impact on everyone's performance. Trying to figure out a way to keep the situation from getting any worse, Nate glances up to see Shawn staring back at him. In what can only be summarized as one of the oddest moments in the young man's life, the barbarian asks if something is wrong and if he wanted the savage man to break one of Django limbs. Shaking his head in annoyance Nate glares back at Shawn.

"I'm not upset, it's just this blasted armour is taking some getting used to." Nathanial says to the large man as he continues working his way through the mud."We also can't afford to have anyone becoming a cripple, so for the love of whatever it is you worship; keep your hands to yourself."