"Are you okay?" Nyx extended a hand towards Bob, who was still lying on the ground due to the energy beam that hit his arm. Bob looked at the red-haired boy's outstretched hand for some time before swatting it away.
"I'm fine. Let's focus on the loot," he said, standing up and dusting the dirt off his butt. Accepting that hand would have been a sign of weakness before the red-haired boy, something he didn't want to show. Even with the pain, he decided to help himself up.
After seeing how easily Nyx dealt with the minotaur chief that had been giving him a headache, unbeknownst to Bob, he had started to respect the red-haired boy. Yet, his pride was still largely at play here, so he wouldn't show any vulnerability to evoke pity from his number one rival.
What the bald boy hated most in this world was pity.
