Pumping a constant 60 MP/s into my Ice Reinforcement, I reached down and grabbed the paralyzed Tier 4 by his leather belt before effortlessly hoisting his massive, boulder-like frame over my shoulders into a fireman's carry.
Garek's head lazily lolled against my back with thick lines of dark green, toxic drool slipping past his slack jaw, accompanied by a horrifying, wet gargle as his muscles continuously seized and twitched.
[What the actual hell just happened?!] I panicked internally, my heart hammering in a frenzy as I practically half-jogged toward the western tree line. [He's a Tier 4 powerhouse! He was literally throwing car-sized rocks at me! He basically ate those 10 MP Frag Pebbles!]
I stared at the massive, twitching veteran draped over my shoulder in absolute bewilderment.
