"Squad leaders, take stock of casualties!" Captain Brent commanded, to a chorus of assent from the gathered soldiers.
After the main officers were drawn away by their respective opponents, and when I was forced to withdraw my Constellation spirits from the frontline to deal with Xue Tu's army of Blood Golems, the rank and file mercenaries began sustaining casualties. A few of them had succumbed to the esoteric blood techniques of the Blood Slaughter Sect disciples, while others suffered from grievous wounds. Fortunately, we had medics who could cast healing magic and allow them to pull through without fear that they might die, but they remained out of the fight for at least a day or two. Some, even longer, despite the healing spells cast on them.
