Joe's heart started to hammer against his ribs in a frantic panic, but oddly enough, his body didn't feel nearly as bad as his mind did. As the seconds ticked by, he realized with a start that his physical form was already beginning to recover from nearly everything he had been doing. The exhaustion that should have been weighing down his limbs was receding, replaced by a strange, buzzing vitality.
It truly felt like he might be able to just keep on fighting forever, his stamina replenishing as quickly as he could spend it. Because of this newfound resilience, the sound of Wolf announcing they were heading to even more venues didn't scare him as much as it would have an hour ago. He wasn't just surviving; he was adapting.
