Day Two: Morning

[Celipa]

"How're holding up, Bujin?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied. "Little sore. Burnt," his voice sounded like it was directed somewhere else, but she was getting used to his bizarre air-speakings.

The teal-lien was lagging behind, whilst Celipa stayed a few paces ahead during the trek at a proud stride. Her shotgun hung loosely in her right hand, should the two changelings come back for more, but she really hoped they didn't. Using kaioken had absolutely drained her, and despite her power walk and tough body language, she was probably struggling more than Bujin to walk at this pace.

"My stomach's killing me!" she complained loudly. Her childish disposition had returned, the thrill of the fight having died off at his point. "Fucking changeling and his stun gun. I checked earlier, I've got a huge burn because of that! But, I'm still happy that I obliterated the bigger one's shoulder. Did you see his arm? All dangly..."

She trailed off, knee-deep in old news.

"That's actually pretty gross," replied Bujin with a raised eyebrow. Of course, she didn't see the raised eyebrow, being so far ahead...but it was there. "On the other hand, I shot up the one that stunned you pretty bad. Good stuff."

Celipa giggled out loud, as was so frequent of her, and continued her trek.

"I'm not actually sure where we're going!" she piped up cheerily. "I'm actually just leading us around any areas that aren't danger zones."

Bujin groaned out loud.

"Strategic."