Then, Marc's voice echoed.
"I got like 90% HP still! I'll hold all of them back, just focus attack on each one, Hailie and Pearl will probably level up after these three!"
Before they could process that, the first two orcs slammed their axe and sword down at the same time, forcing Marc to his back on the dirt while the third approached. That thing he said about 90%? Yeah, I think we could remove a zero from that.
Exaggeration, of course, probably only around 6-70% right now, not 9%.
"Marc!" Hailie gasped and threw her hands out, golden light flaring as she prepared to cast her Priest spell layering him in a shimmering aura, "Gift Of The Skies!"
"Too early," I muttered. "He's still full, Hailie. That's a wasted buff."
