[Sadrain]

November 30th, Chicago; Base. 12pm.

Elek didn't think he had one, no, he was sure Eve would put up a good fight, until one of them was too exhausted, and he was looking forwards that. The man was planning to leap back and dodge, the moment she made any movement, but this time, his prediction skills failed him. Elek didn't expect anything so underhanded from her, he had avoided any such methods, such as grabbing the woman by hair and bashing her head against the ground... However, it seemed she didn't bother with 'etiquette'. "Should've known."

With a loud groan, Elek slumped to his knees, then grit his teeth with force to not moan again in pain. She would be able to finish him off if this was real fight, and the man knew it was his fault. He had lingered in an open position for a bit too long. Aiolia rushed over to him, and her worry, care and sadness washed over him like tsunami. Elek felt a little overwhelmed now, both physically and mentally. "Hey, don't worry 'bout me, we should better get you to hospital to get checked," he told the girl, as she helped him to get up. It did hurt, quite a lot - to say the very least - but there was nothing that would help him.

"I am fine, but..." Elek interrupted Aiolia, giving her a stern look. "You go to hospital. Now. I will check later if you went. In fact, I will follow you in a bit." The girl sighed softly, knowing there was no point in arguing when he was like this. It still amazed Aiolia how he managed to be so careful and thoughtful of others - he would be thinking of other people well being even if he was dying. "You've got to have someone watching over you, don't you," she thought, and started limping towards hospital.

Elek, rather stiffly, walked over to Eve. "If you put up training like this every time I join the group, I guess it's better if I don't come. But... I will be looking forwards to a rematch. It was a good fight, no matter what you say." He smiled faintly at her and then left, in direction of hospital.