Mike sat on a rock, a bottle of water in his hand. He had just finished bandaging a raw gash on his arm from the Infernal’s claws and was allowing himself a brief moment of respite. The fight had gone far better than he’d expected, but he wouldn’t let himself get complacent.
He took a few small sips, wary of cramping up later, then stowed the bottle. After a quick check of his gear, he set out once more into the jungle, continuing his gradual
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