The ten-minute break passed quickly.
Halbin snapped the shaft of the arrow in his thigh and pulled the rest of it free. A health potion closed the wound, but it did nothing for the stiffness in his leg or the pain in his shoulder.
Dirk wrapped a bandage around his ribs while Cindy sat with her eyes closed, trying to recover some of the energy she had spent. Lana emptied what remained of her mana potion.
The health potions had restored part of their health, but the dungeon had not returned the strength they had spent. Rod could still feel the uncomfortable aftereffects of the shaman's spell burning beneath his armor. Halbin's wounds had closed without restoring his full movement, and Cindy's empowered attacks had left her arms feeling as if weights had been tied to them.
Rod looked toward the Orc Chief. The enormous Orc had not moved since entering the arena. He stood with his axe resting across one shoulder while patiently watching them prepare.
