Bab 116: Rising Up The Ranks, Part 2

I have to admit, half-orcs had amazing constitutions. 

A superb healing potion on his lips and a restoration salve spread across the hole in his side, and Kallum was back on his feet lickety-split. And, combined with a half-orc's penchant for stubbornness, he was standing upright and even refused a stretcher that the Ams offered him. 

"I walked into the arena on my own two feet. I'll walk out the same way," he grunted. 

Man, this dude was a real drengr. Sure, his wounds had closed, but I didn't doubt that he was still in pain. Internal wounds took longer to heal even with the assistance of alchemy. It was too bad he was already on someone else's team. 

"I'll come with you," I insisted. 

Honestly, I wasn't feeling a hundred percent either. Sadly, healing potions didn't work as well with broken bones. I would need proper healing from a cleric at the nurse's station to sort me out.