Jira taunted Sato with an air of superiority, "How much longer can you keep up this futile fight?" He gloated, "You're nearly broken, drenched in blood and you can barely stand on your own two feet. It's almost pathetic, really."
Sato remained standing, despite his ragged appearance. His breathing was labored, and one eye was swollen shut, his visage a bloody mess. His fingers were gnarled, twisted from the ferocity of the battle.
"Aril…how many minutes left?" Sato asked, his voice was strained as he spoke to his angel.
<<8 mins, I really suggest that take over and finish the battle>>
"You don't have to do that, Aril." Summoning all his strength, Sato spoke a single word, "First heal." His body began to glow with a bright, pulsating light as his wounds slowly started to knit themselves back together.
The broken bones in his fingers straightened, his swollen eye returned to its normal size, and his battered body started to regain its strength.