Nicholas sputtered and screamed when Mattie practically launched herself at the thing and projected it off of him. He could only watch and stare with stunned, terrified silence as she slashed and slice the undead being into nonexistence. As a reflex, he'd scrambled backward, away from the combatants, fingers still tightly wrapped around his weapon and brain ticking and wondering if he needed to intervene. He was very honestly afraid to intervene - that Mattie might hurt him in her rampage. His body was trembling with fear. Then it was over. Mattie stared down at her victim with heavy, strained breath, while Nicholas continued to only stare at her. And it was at that moment he felt himself become infatuated with this stranger.

When Mattie looked over at him, his heart almost stopped. He didn't know what she was going to do next. Her clothes were covered in blood, and Nicholas knew that was not the best thing right now.

"Well," she'd said, voice shaking as much as his own limbs were. "I suppose we should move on."

She looked weak, then, as if that had taken every bit of her physical strength - and it very well may have. Nicholas quickly picked himself up and rushed over to her, one arm wrapped around her upper back in a supportive touch.

"A-Are you okay?" he asked, stuttering fearfully. "Are you- can you- I mean, you've got blood [i]everywhere.[/i] We-We have to find you different clothes."