"I'm not planning on dying!" Mar shouted after her retreating form. Seriously, he would give it a good fight, and if he couldn't handle it, he'd run. A sad and pathetic plan, but what else did he have?

Oh well. He at least respected her for making the effort to work with him instead of staying and arguing a while longer. Really, about all he had to question at this point was why was she on all fours?!