Leonard Churchill smirked, blood still smeared over his lips, "Minor issue."
He wasn't bluffing.
Though he looked quite miserable, his injuries were still within a tolerable range.
Tracy Garcia didn't listen to him and immediately started checking him over.
As a doctor, she preferred to rely on her judgement.
Blood covered Leonard's chest, and his tactical vest was torn open by five claw marks.
Upon further examination, the inner armor underneath was also shredded, revealing bloody chunks of flesh.
Leonard tried to sit up.
Tracy prevented him sternly, taking out a potion and pouring it over the wound to clean it. "Don't move. I need to check your bones..."
"..."
Leonard raised an eyebrow but didn't comment.
He looked down at his soft armor, a relieved chuckle flashing in his eyes.
Luckily, he'd managed to protect his neck from the claws, or he would have been as good as dead.
Even so, the werewolf's claws had torn through his inner armor.
