Michael looked in the direction where Seron Voulge landed, but he didn't walk over to pick it up.
Instead, his attention flicked back to James.
"You did a good job, take this," Michael offered a healing potion, which he retrieved from his War Rune's storage space.
He took off the lid and was about to help James drink the content when Jarg and Janus rushed into the combat ring. They were faster than the medics and arrived next to James.
"Get away with this trash!" Jarg bellowed, slapping Michael's hand away. The potion fell to the ground and shattered.
Michael raised an eyebrow but he only shrugged before he retorted, "Sorry for being poor."
Jarg ignored Michael's remark and fed his brother a potion with red viscous content that sparkled golden.
James drank the content greedily and breathed in relief when the warm liquid entered his body.
He opened his eyes and looked over at Michael apologetically.
