Geth watched from the top of the small cliff. He was prepared to step in if necessary. The man's left arm was broken, and his shield arm seemed to be going numb again.
If it weren't for that well-timed potion, Geth would have already intervened. He motioned to Filthy to have his bow drawn, just in case.
"Babe, why don't you heal him? If they wait until the effects are over, they can still take on the Sub-Boss without us affecting their experience."
Geth shook his head, "He doesn't want me to help, but I won't let him die."
"If you say so," Zolis rolled her eyes and continued swinging her legs over the cliff's edge.
There was only one reason he hadn't helped to this point. Geth could see the Mana swarming around the man below.
There was only one word to describe the emotion he saw lingering there.
Defiance.
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