Once he had released the woman, Nike put his hand on Rhonda's shoulder. He was such a strong creature, despite his normal routine slowly falling to the way side. When all of the Manhattan disaster came to an end and he did not have to stand guard any longer, he would return to the forest to fight and train, to do as he had before. It gave the days purpose, and when he returned home to his friends and family at night, it brought joy to his heart.
"Mmm, but I am okay. I heal quickly, it is in centaur nature, and Hope did the rest." Taking the moment to back up, he turned to show Rhonda his right flank, which had a small scar amongst the short honey blond coat. "I have been hurt worse. Once, I had an arrow in my back! And once, I was stabbed with a stick!"