Red chuckled despite the throbbing pain in his chest. He panicked that the hit might take half of his health. He found out that he had just lost a little over a thousand health. Breathing was still hurting his chest, but there was nothing else to it.
"Are you okay, weirdo?"
A familiar voice entered his ears. He recognized the voice even without looking at the person. That was Chief's voice.
"I think I am fine… I just need a little rest…"
"That's good then. We don't need to waste a healing potion on you." The Chief arrived, his shadow cast over him. Without words, he grabbed his leather armor near the neck, pulling him up. Then he slapped his back, "Then we move. We need your fire and maybe your arrow to kill the last King of the Jungle."
Red grunted in pain, frowning. He rolled his eyes and almost blurted: 'Can you guys do something without me?'
