Modification failed: Anthony was distraught, collapsing on the spot and wailing miserably.
[Note 1: He stole your meat!]
[Note 2: My.....meat.....]
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No further explanation should be needed, um, that's just the way it is.
"Jadka!"
As soon as the old mage was hit, Motan turned around, fixating his gaze on the blooming inferno, roaring, "You..."
"Cough, Cough, I'm fine, I'm fine."
But the old mage whom the explosion turned as dark as an African staggered to his feet, while frantically trying to save his robes, he loudly insisted, "I'm used to this, you go and save others!"
Though the mage's situation didn't look good, his voice was resoundingly strong, thus relieving some stress off Motan.
[But saving people...]
Motan looked at the rampaging ogre not far away and those harpies continuously hurling spears around him, he felt somewhat at a loss of where to begin.