Eric was also covetous of the fact that he'd receive a stat upgrade, or even a skill reward, for killing an intermediate beast for the first time. Another reward for killing a different type of beast for the first time.
So, as much as he cared for the team, part of him was itching to see these beasts ended—again, for his own selfish needs. Still, he'd decided. He was going to help, and reveal his secret for them after all.
He rose, his ribs screaming. The pain was a hot flare in his side. He opened his mouth wide, ready to pull the beast mana hovering above him into his body, to become a temporary, crazed fighter. A beast.
But he stopped as he gawked at the scene in front of him.
A small, dark figure was sprinting around the clearing's edge, a black cloak whipping wildly behind him. It was Bastion. In one hand he held a katana, and the other hand dipped into his pocket and came out with a shuriken.
