"Woah, so damn close… I thought I was dead."
Joey frantically fled to his group. Fortunately for him, he wasn't hurt as badly as Randolf was. But he was covered in blood from head to toe. For a Thief with low defense, even a scratch from Rosen could leave him screaming for his life.
But, even so, Joey didn't feel great. His right arm had been broken and right now, it was twisted to the side in a strange way. Although he screamed in pain, he continued to put up a smile.
"Everything as you expected, Sir. Woah, that old dude is so much stronger than those mercenaries we fought in Paphield."
"You don't say."
Rhode shot a glance at Joey before shaking his head.
"Go get treated. Take care of yourself. And…"
"I'm here, Leader. Is it Anne's turn?"
Anne hopped out and raised her right arm like a little child asking for a toy from her father. Then, before Rhode could answer, she leaped onto the arena in a scuttle.
