Ruana & Demetri
Soon enough the realization that the battle was over kicked in, and the mawile turned to her partner. As a steel type, grass attacks were one of her many resistances, and her defense didn't hurt either, so she wasn't feeling much pain. Demetri, however...had gotten dragged across the ground. Several times. "Are you alright?" she asked with a bit of concern for her partner.
The growlithe glanced at her. "I'm alright," he said, grinning victoriously. "Now that's a fight..." Ruana rolled her eyes at the other's undiminished enthusiasm, figuring that it meant at least she wouldn't have to take him to the hospital. He could take care of his wounded jaw in their rooms.
"Let's go, then," the mawile replied softly, glancing around. "Everyone else is leaving." Despite aforementioned enthusiasm, Demetri nodded in agreement. The two walked through the main hall, copying Team Stormcloud's actions by nodding respectfully to the two Guildmasters in their quick thanks after picking up the rewards.
