[Reph's POV]
"Are you... All fine, thus far?" Reph asked, looking behind him to find a crowd of men roaring at him with vigour, unbothered by the fact that they were all covered in blood.
He then glanced down, looking below the wooden chair he was sitting on and found Xander carrying him with ease.
Reph was currently wearing his crown and expensive rings on each finger, each item individually boosting his abilities by a degree. He wasn't going to underestimate the enemy, even if they had been moving smoothly so far.
And currently, he was acting as some sort of tank as his mode of transport was on top of the chair that was being carried by the red-haired fiery man.
At first, he had rejected this arrangement. But after being insisted on by everyone, he decided to take it, seeing no further reason to deny a chance to not have to expend any more energy.
Looking down at Xander, he asked:
"Are you... Actually fine with this? Is this not in the least bit humiliating?"
