"Ouch" Celestine grabbed at a wound on her cheek. Her face was covered in cuts and bruises from the duel earlier.
She sat on the side of a bed, surrounded by the team and a healer, inspecting her wounds. The room was filled with groups of other soldiers with different logos on them, getting their wounds fixed.
"Calm yourself, your pain will subside quickly." After noting her injuries, the healer's hand glowed and her wounds started to heal.
Behind the team, Clarissa whispered to Oliver, explaining to him all that transpired ever since he passed out. His eyes slowly widened as she continued talking, knowing the full scope of what the team got itself into.
"Pay up merc boy." Quill reached out her hand in a sly and mocking way, expecting Marcus to drop a few coins for the bet earlier.
"Can it, I don't even have money." Marcus replied.
