Groaning in pain, Jethro hung in the air, held by his hair in the chief's merciless grasp. [Regenerate] started to kick in, healing the wounds on his face, using up the heat and light energy from the sun simulators in the cafe.
"Ahhhh!" the Chief remarked with wide eyes. "A healing skill as well. You're no ordinary Red Lizard tamer, are you? But why is it that you're not attempting to fight back?"
He flung Jethro out of the cafe, his body hurling out the window and hitting the terminal. Jethro grunted as he collapsed to the floor, ribs aching.
Without the lights from the cafe, [Regenerate] could only work with aether cost. And Jethro didn't want to spend aether on healing wounds that were only going to return soon.
So he consciously suppressed the [Regenerate] Skill as he rose to his feet.
Scorch chirped softly by his feet. Jethro looked down at him, a smile forming on his face despite the broken lip. "Just a few more seconds of this and we'll return to the dorm."
