Victor heard George's strained voice and turned his head for a glance.
The man stood while swaying and clutching his ribs with one arm. His face was pale and his lips tight from the pain.
Victor narrowed his eyes. He knew the truth that "Can move" wasn't equal to "can fight."
"You move carefully and wait for a chance. Ethan and I will focus on attacking," Victor said firmly, his voice brooking no argument.
George gritted his teeth, frustration flashing across his face.
He wanted to argue that he can still fight and help but deep down he knew Victor was right. In his state, joining in attacking recklessly would only make him a liability.
If he couldn't be useful, then at the very least he couldn't afford to become dead weight.
"You got it," George replied.
He staggered back, retreating to safer ground while clutching his broken ribs.
His eyes remained fixed on the titan, determined to jump in only if a critical moment presented itself.
