What hurt worse of all? The claw marks on his legs. Caused him to lip a little especially as they started marching up those stairs. Damn. Damn.

He was starting to regret that fall, but he trudged on anyway, rubbing the sweat off his forehead. Couldn't fault anyone for not having the endurance to take care of those things. You needed a mob just to take down one of those things!

"You okay, Toph?"