There were panicked, choked-up sobs coming from the cliff edge nearby when Villager woke up. He grunted quietly and shifted, glaring in the relative darkness. “Come on, who is up,” the little mayor hissed to himself. Any attempts of blocking it out proved futile, since the constant rays of light Galeem gave off were shining through the trees and into his eyes and the crying wasn’t stopping anytime soon. So he went to check it out.
Grazing his hand against a tree, Villager stepped over its roots and drew his gaze over the clearing. Once his eyes adjusted, he could just barely make out another fighter. Black hair…
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“Is he going to wake up?”
“He better. We’d be wasting a lotta time and effort otherwise.”
The voices were the first things Mark managed to make out. Besides his throbbing body, of course. His arm and his head ached like mad, like facing the consequences of breaking open a beehive. But he didn’t want to think about bee stings or crazy pain or probably being dead just then. Slowly, hesitantly, if only to get rid of his own scattered thoughts, the blond’s eyes fluttered open.
He was immediately greeted with a firm, powerful squeeze.