Feeling both arms fully healed, Ethan's confidence surged.
With Henry back in action, this fight was as good as won.
That was the kind of security that came with having the Fallen Star Squad's top healer on your side.
"Henry, get over to Garrick and patch him up," Ethan ordered.
"I'll try, but I've only recovered a bit of mental energy," Henry said, a little sheepish.
"Alright, then don't push it. Just focus on recovering," Ethan replied, grabbing the barbell bar from Henry and stepping back to the front line.
His own barbell bar had been wrecked by the mutated Bengal tiger earlier—he'd have to borrow Henry's for now.
The tiger, now facing a crowd of enemies, hesitated. Its eyes flicked from one person to the next.
It knew most of them were running on fumes—but then again, so was it.
Its injuries were getting worse by the second.
After a long, hard glare at the group, the tiger finally turned and bolted toward the mountain.
