[b]Hank McCoy[/b]
Hank could feel that he had broken, or at least fractured, ribs. Standing hurt and moving hurt even more but he couldn't let Grundy kill any more people. Hank stood his ground as Grundy circled him, growling he leaped into the air and came down above Grundy, trying to aim his claws and feet at grundy's face and neck, trying his best to maime and injure the monster without killing him but, for some reason, he didn't think it was alive. It reeked of dead flesh and ages long gone, like it had been around for hundreds, maybe thousands of years.

[b]Kurt Halner[/b]
Kurt was slumped against the wall and gave spiderbolt a thumbs-up and a weak smile. "I'm just sorry I couldn't do more to help," He said and stood slowly, using the wall to balance himself, "my limit is usually 300 pounds going twenty feet and that group weighed at least 500 all together and I went fifteen, I wish I could have at least moved more." Kurt glanced over at the bodies of the ones he didn't grab and saw Thorne's body in the pile and shook his head, making his way over to the man's corpse he removed the watch from his wrist and strapped it to the wrist of the dead man and said, "I think this belongs to you, I'm sorry I couldn't save you."