Dimitri winced in pain as the mud went to work healing his wound, however given everything else he'd dealt with tonight, it was far from the worse thing he'd experienced. The hunter mulled over what Theodora had said about owing allegiance to neither side of the war. Even though the whole situation wasn't quite as simple as picking or not picking a side he respected that the witch still tried to avoid letting herself fall prey to the us vs them mentality that ran rampant these days. Dimitri would even go so far as to say that he was envious of it considering that he never had the option of not getting involved in the mounting war that was humanity versus the magus. Dimitri found himself being pulled from his thoughts by Aidon's voice just before receiving a light punch,[b][color=00746b]We weren't ready for an attack. I mean, how could we be? There are only a handful of documented cases where a Magus has followed and attacked a hunter out of the blue.[/color][/b]". Rather than dwell on the subject further, Dimitri examined the mud encasing his arm and cocked his head to the side, "[b][color=00746b]So by any chance will this leave any scarring?[/color][/b]" .