Chapitre 280: Aftermath of the Attack, The Boys’ Dorm

"Tsss, fucking hell, GO EASY ON MY ARM, YOU DICKHEAD!" Cynrik howled as Brance grabbed ahold of the broken limb and squeezed tightly while activating his [Lay On Hands.]

"Quit your bitching; this isn't even the worst break you've had; now sit still; if I don't heal your arm properly, we will have to rebreak it, and ima be honest, I REALLY don't want to hear more of your whining."

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Gritting his teeth until his gums bled, Cynrik watched as the bones and muscles under his exposed arm moved and popped back into place. After the second wave of healing, the bruising and swelling disappeared, and by the time Brance cast his skill for the third time, his right arm was good as new. 

{{Hey, guys, what are we doing with all the gear we looted from those guys?}} Placing her hands on her hips, Selene ignored the pained noises her boyfriend was making and brought up the subject of all the equipment and resources they had gotten from killing the spies.