“Get up, Sam,” he whispered.
[HP: 587/640]
“Come on...” Sam used his arms to push his upper body up from the ground. “I can do this.”
[HP: 585/640]
Perhaps Triple-A was showing him this visual approximation of his decreasing health as an encouragement to get his butt moving. More likely, it was reminding Sam that Herculean was still active.
[HP: 583/640]
“I get it,” Sam growled, and waved the reminder away with his hand, causing it to disappear like a wisp of smoke.
He got up on one knee, although his body still ached from the near twenty-foot drop. It took him a second more to take stock of his situation, the cracked floorboards beneath him and the hulking figure to his immediate right that was even slower to rise than Sam was.
“Right,” he breathed. “Round two...”
The Boar rose t
