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'Broke a couple of my ribs, punctured my lungs a few times, dislocated my hips, shattered my kneecaps, mangled my arm, probably lost consciousness a couple of times...'
'All because I was playing with a big three-headed puppy.' Cedric huffed despite himself, 'Yeah, sounds about right...'
He's probably the only one in his batch who could shrug off this kind of abuse. Thank god for the mysterious healer fixing him up every time he's injured or else, he would've died already. As he is right now, he's definitely not the Cerberus' enemy...a playmate, more like, but definitely not an enemy.
Cedric then looked at his squad members and saw that all of them were on the ground; beaten, and exhausted. They have no energy to even move a muscle. If breathing wasn't necessary, they probably wouldn't be doing that either.
