Colin looked up. The Half-Orc was covered in blood, with several Javelins and throwing axes still sticking out of him.
He said with a sigh, "You should take a look at yourself, Kase, my friend. Hurry up and pull that junk out. Orelia, patch this guy up!"
"This is nothing." Kase chuckled, then expressionlessly yanked a throwing axe free and tossed it to the ground with a CLANG, as if he were just brushing off a few specks of dust.
His smile vanished instantly, and he glanced back warily at the approaching Orelia, afraid the Tiefling would fly into a rage over it.
However, Orelia hadn't seen what the Orc had just done, so he got away with it.
And with that, the battle was over.
Colin looked at the members of his squad.
Aside from himself—who had drunk a Potion—Albert in his magnificent Plate Armor, and Ale, who had been protected, everyone else was injured.
