Sam shivered as his wife's furious voice filled his ears, fear evident in his eyes. She was truly pissed off and getting on her bad side was not a good idea.
"Coming dear," he responded almost instantly, pouring the rest of the mid-level potion down Frost's throat before cradling his wounded body and moving him a little out of the way. Once Frost was moved to the edge of the room Sam quickly dashed away, his great sword at the ready.
Even with the ice revenant's level of wounds as well its current trapped state, the battle couldn't be considered over. Beasts had far more vitality than that of the sapients races, taking far more damage to bring them down. Monster were even more difficult to take out, especially monsters that were part spirit/ethereal. As long as their cores were in tact it'd be truly hard to end them.
