His leg honestly felt like it was starting to go numb, while also somehow being incredibly painful. He'd taken something across the back of the knee as they'd escaped. At first, the adrenaline had numbed the pain- but now, despite the fact that his heart was still pounding and he was sure that there was still adrenaline coursing through his veins, he could feel the pain with every single step. But he stayed running- because it was much better than the alternative.
But eventually, there came a point where the adrenaline stopped fuelling him altogether, and he finally tired. They'd stayed off-road, so he had no clue where they were. He didn't care. Once they were away from that goddamn compound, that was all that mattered to him. So eventually, he stumbled to a stop, leaning against a tree trunk and trying to catch his breath. He instinctively shifted his weight to his good leg, wishing that he had water or something to drink.
He glanced around for Kit, unsure of what form she'd taken as they'd been running. His ability hadn't been much good in helping them to flee- to fight, yes. Just not to run. That was all he was- a weapon. An aid to fight. But not anymore. He grinned at that thought, leaning down to rub his leg. He didn't think anything was broken- just painful as hell.
But still, they were free. They'd survived, and they'd escaped. Not that they were in the clear, of course. They were more than likely never going to be in the clear. But they were free. They'd done it. He smiled to himself, even through the pain.