Captain Krysaos had done quite well in dragging the enraged creature out of its cage.
It was stronger than Tycondrius had initially estimated... and they only succeeded with so little injury due to good fortune and adequate preparations.
Placing his effects beside him, he knelt down to grab the tree by its end. He lifted it off the man with a strained grunt... and managed to move it a few fulms to the side.
...It would have been much easier had he had both arms to work with.
"Th-thanks," Krysaos muttered... "But my insides are done for, guy. Mushed up like sailor slop..."
Tycon took a deep breath in contemplation.
He still needed to get off the island. Krysaos would greatly expedite that process, so keeping the man alive was a priority.
However... he was trying to discern just how severe the man's injuries were, as to properly allocate his mana usage.
