"Going on the run is the worst," Axel lamented. Because it was. He'd much rather have stayed in one place. He felt there was security in that. But it hardly mattered. He'd been forced to leave the sanctuary of the hospital, and he'd survived on the run all the same.
He was a formidible opponent, more or less. He had the stamina and endurance to keep at it for a good while. He wasn't concerned with injuries. He was entirely focused on the fight, and when it was done, he was sore and satisfied.