Boom!
The tower's attack sent Hex flying. Again. He hit the ground with his face. It certainly wasn't pleasant to eat dirt. Nor was it pleasant to be hurt.
He crawled up. This time he managed to take the attack on his shoulder. It felt broken. His arm joint creaked as he moved. His skin seared. And the pain almost pushed him back on his ass. It took every cell refusing to surrender to get back on his feet.
'This one was better. Anywhere near the chest and I will die from lack of oxygen before the tower could kill me.'
His hand went to his chest. The charred mark prickled but had healed, almost completely, in seconds.
"Stop. You are just wasting your time, Druid."
The leader of the Green Tigers cackled from the window. Despite her young age she had a nasty mouth on her. She yapped happily at him, poking fun at his failed attempts.
"You should have brought your stupid animal. Without it, you are going to get punched until you aren't able to stand."
