"Huff, puff, huff, puff..."
Goriff and Anthony kept gasping for breath, still not having recovered from the earlier attack.
He looked at the ice shield that enveloped the entire sled and couldn't help but glance at Hilia sitting behind Manica.
"Thank you," he said.
When the explosion was about to destroy the sled, Hilia's ice shield descended, covering them and the vehicle, keeping the explosive shards and shockwaves at bay and preventing the sled from being destroyed.
This Tier Three muscular mercenary was a well-rounded sword master, with defenses meant only for himself, without the ability to protect anyone else.
So Hilia had to step in; otherwise, if their sled were destroyed, squeezing in with them would be uncomfortable in every sense.
She didn't want to cram in with a mercenary whose sweat stench was overpowering even from a distance.
If it came to that, she would choose to give up her seat and ride her flying broom instead.
"What was that thing earlier?" Hilia asked.
