The Tilting Scales

"Caslo! Hey! Don't fucking die in my face! Bad luck!" Seeing Caslo about to pass out, Reno hurriedly reached out. Surging holy light engulfed Caslo's body as all manner of Divine Healing skills rained down on him, making his entire body glow with a gentle golden radiance from the inside out.

"Dragon God! Stop already! Pull that arrow out before you start healing him! He's not dead! He just passed out!" Caldo twisted his long neck, looking at his own mostly healed wound and Caslo's completely healed wound as he complained.

"Sorry!" Reno readily took the advice. He grabbed the Black Arrow and gave it a hard yank, sending a streak of blood flying...

"Roar!"

"Roar!" The agonized screams of one dragon and one man echoed through the forest. One could only imagine the pain of pulling a foreign object from a wound that had healed around it.

"Argh, argh, argh!" Caslo writhed and rolled about on the Dragon Saddle in agony. The intense pain made both his hands cramp into claw-like shapes, and his twisted face made him look as though he were on the verge of death.

"Hah!" Reno did not hesitate. With Caslo in his left hand and Caldo in his right, he swiftly converted the Holy Battle Qi covering his body into healing skills and treated them.

"We have company!" Caldo suddenly raised a dragon wing, interrupting Reno's movements.

"Interesting!" Lidilias emerged from the darkness with a battle axe over his shoulder.

"How much fighting strength do you have left?" Lidilias sneered disdainfully at blood-soaked Caslo. He avoided a Dragon Knight at full strength whenever possible, but against an injured one, he had no shame at all...

"What a fucking bastard!" Caslo shook his head with a bitter smile. His life had been saved, but his