When the earth element protecting the rubble gate lost its bright yellow color when it was all over, the war-winner disciples gathered together. Maybe they were winning their third, perhaps their fourth victory, but they had to lose something to achieve that.
Despite their almost perfect team play, the students who stopped the savage creature's attack with their shields had severe injuries and localized burns on their bodies. While their current priority was the recovery of their friends, it was clear that they would not be able to take advantage of them in the next battle. It was not difficult to guess that this would dramatically reduce their combat strength.
"It was a pity! Those two were the ones they trusted the most in defense, or they wouldn't have made such a mad move as to get in front of a savage attacking at full speed."
"It's done; let's throw this hobo in the dungeon and go get drunk!"
"What else can be done in this shithole?"
