(Hey, I didn't steal any kills. I just said that people helped, so it's good.)
Zephyr sighed. "Well, perhaps you two should look for less violent means? Harmless pranks, perhaps," he said. "My point is, quit hitting each other. It doesn't help." He glanced over at Nucleon. "Hey, if you see St. Peter? Tell him I said hi." The cat gave Nucleon an impish, grim smile.
The ice regenerated as it melted. "That's not going to work," Zephyr said, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Look, do you promise not to punch each other?"
Cassy quickly caught up to Setcho, climbing onto the roof beside him. "Are you alright?" she asked, touching his arm. (It took longer than I thought it would. Bad traffic.)
(I know it's BS, but it saves other people's energy.)