The little negotiator continued his aggressive methods of handling negotiations.
"Listen scum," Lee walked up to the cat without fear. "You're not a hunter. You're a weakling. Now you're going to get the healing from me. Then you'll have one last chance to prove your strength. You and me. No magic, no rules, just claws. Two hunters on the warpath."
Lee activated Healing and restored the cat's health. Alas! Mental pressure didn't cure any human healing. A special kind of mental magic was required to heal mental trauma. Such magic was tightly controlled in the Galaxy.
The cat froze on the floor. Then he slowly rose and squinted his eyes. He stared at the little human with his former insolence. An aggressive and strong cat who was used to achieving everything with his claws. Too dumb. Perhaps he was a bandit or a pirate. It didn't matter now. Maria would take care of that.
