Cursed Arm Hassan was actually in fairly good shape.
Aside from having his jaw smashed to pieces and nearly having his mask whipped off.
"Wait, wait, there, all done!" Leonardo da Vinci was kindly helping Cursed Arm Hassan reset his jaw. After fumbling around for a moment, she suddenly gave Hassan's jaw another whack.
"Gah—"
No one knew how Hassan's gaunt body managed to leap so high from a standing position, or how someone so withered could let out such a vigorous scream.
"M-Mr. Cursed Arm Hassan, are you all right?" Mash stood trembling nearby, her face full of apology.
"I-I'm fine." Da Vinci's extra hit had hurt terribly, but at least Cursed Arm Hassan's jaw was back in place and he could speak again.
"Haha, you lost, Cursed Arm." Arash had suffered no injuries. He laughed heartily, scratching his head as he spoke to Cursed Arm Hassan.
"Mm." He adjusted his mask. Everyone nearby could sense that Cursed Arm Hassan was somewhat dejected.
"That was... far too decisive a loss."
He muttered to himself.
"Haha, don't take it so hard, Brother Cursed Arm." Liao Ye walked over with a grin and patted Cursed Arm Hassan on the shoulder. "You had an Assassin and an Archer, while we had a Lancer and a..."
Liao Ye paused. After thinking for two seconds and failing to remember Mash's class, he looked up at her for help.
"And what was the other one again?"
"Shielder. A shield soldier," Mash helpfully reminded him.
"Oh, right. A Shielder shield soldier fighting head-on—of course you were bound to lose." Liao Ye shifted his gaze from Mash to Cursed Arm Hassan, seemingly trying to comfort him.
Though that method of comforting someone...
"I did not take it to heart. The fact that you were able to defeat