"Max, our potions are running dry, and these guys aren't about to give up!"
"Hang in there, Elenora! Rimel, use some of yours!"
"Big Bro Max, mine are about gone too!"
I'm trying to keep up with the calls for help coming from where the girls are; our mage and healer are chugging potions like water.
"Plague, how's it looking on your end?"
When the temporary member didn't make a sound, I wondered if she kicked the bucket or what. Still no answer; I checked the party screen, and her magical energy bar has turned into an equalizer. Going up and down, the poor thing can't even talk from using too many potions.
"I'm holding this guy off, kids, hang in there!"
