"Can we just get a break already?" Agitation seeped into Noah's voice as he voiced his frustration, his weary tone betraying the toll of their relentless battles. Despite Fenrir's unwavering stamina, both he and Arachne showed signs of weariness, their injuries and fatigue impossible to ignore.
Noah couldn't ignore his injuries right now, and even though he healed Arachne's leg, he could tell she was growing tired too. The excessive jumping she had to do was taking its toll.
"Fenrir, it's up to you, boy," he said, patting the wolf's side before motioning towards the door, preparing to open it. To be safe, he retrieved his small dagger to defend himself; he couldn't be too sure if there might be an unknown factor. The sudden emergence of the giant zombie had made him a little paranoid.
