Chrys spares only a moment to snatch up his original weapon-- can't lose it, not here-- and follows hot on Keith's heels, not wanting to stick around for any of the enemy's comrades to come looking for him.

Thank you. It was self-defense, after all, wasn't it? He eyes the back of Keith's head for a second, glances back at the crumpled form behind them already starting to get up again--

"Keep moving." His only reply. No time to waste, indeed.