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Though ramming in the septerian did no damage to it exclusively, he had accomplished his main goal of evening the fight and helping Nathan and the Septerian was none to happy about it. Chris was much slower to rise than his enemy was and as he avoided one swipe he stumbled the next swipe would reach his throat if he did nothing and as he rose his free hand to stop the swipe his foe was grabbed from the shadows. As the Septerians was ripped in twain, Chris recognized the shadow that had essentially saved him from receiving another injury or even his life. The female Slythering he had met not to long ago, Sonya was the one who helped him dispatching not only the one assailing him, but the one Nathan was fighting with as well.

She spoke after she had dealt with the remaining Septerian, Chris' adrenaline beginning to die down as the perceived safety of having Sonya and by extension Vexia's help calmed him a bit. "Vexia doesn't need to apologize for anything, it's my own fault she had to assist in such a direct way. Though I am thankful that to her not only for sending help, but for sending you who I at least know. I am being rude however, I should be thanking you too, you could not have come at a better moment." He said as he walked over to them even though he was only a few feet away it was obvious his injuries were progressively affecting him more and more. When he reached them he forced a smile through the grimace of pain that was present on his face while looking Sonya in the eyes and said. "Thank you, Sonya."

After which he turned to Nathan and Raine to ask. "Are the two of you alright?" It must take dedication or some kind of fool to worry about someone else when he himself was so injured, with his armor looking akin to Swiss cheese than actual plate armor and the padding under armor below soak crimson red. He took another step towards them to inspect them closer as his legs gave way for a split second causing him to begin tipping over backwards.