The last thing he recalls is teeth and snarls, lots of it. Kaine wakes with a pounding headache, soaked with rainwater, and his clothes in shambles. An attempt to move is made, but he doesn't get far before he groans and curls in on himself; almost seeming to make it worse. Think. What happened? He squinted to focus, strain his senses in the downpour. There, it is faint but blood is definitely lingering in the air.
A dark lump lay not far off, a mangled body of a man that had once been a beast. There had been others, but it looks like they had fled to lick their wounds and recover. "Damn whelps..." He hissed through his teeth, turning over on his back and reaching to his pocket to find a hole and a lack of phone. Just his luck.
He takes a moment to rest, collecting himself before he challanges himself to get up. One thing is for sure, he has some broken ribs that are on the mend thanks to his supernatural quirks. That does not make things less painful.
Yup, his foot is broken. He places some weight on it while supporting himself against a wall, finding it tender to do so. Kaine decides to limp over to the mouth of the alleyway before slising down and resting against the brickwork of a building. He draws his arms over his chest and shivers as the rain continues to fall. Everything hurts.