Heroes of Moga VII - Return of the White Lightning

Catry woke up to a painful throbbing in his head. It felt like a Diablos had been dancing on it. That Smoky Gobul - he laughably remembered Phisto's lecturing voice as his friend rambled on about the monster, but all Catry could recall was its name - had somehow knocked him out during the battle. And judging from the softness of the ground beneath him, he wasn't laying on volcanic rock.

He groaned and forced his eyelids apart, the noise startling the other two inhabitants of the room and making his consciousness known. The next thing Catry knew, his two friends were firmly pushing him back onto the bed. "You need rest," Phisto said. "The Chief said you came back in a pretty bad state."

Catry grunted and managed to rally the strength to push Phisto off of him. "Bad state or not, there's hunting to be done," he mumbled. "Get my Lacerator Blade and I'll teach that Gobul a thing or two..."

Now Morgana's voice was in his ear, soft and soothing. "Please, Catry. You'd be dead if it weren't for the Argosy Captain, who happened to be sailing by the Volcano when you encountered the monster. Just forget the hunt for now. From what we heard, you've done your job. There's no more Great Wroggi causing trouble, so you can relax for now."

Phisto pulled a blanket over him, which felt slightly cold on his bare arms and legs. Catry suddenly noticed the pieces of his Duramboros armor sitting on the shelf across the room. The Docks boy gently continued for Morgana, "Even the greatest hunters need sleep once in a while. You've been through a lot, and the sedative the Smoky Gobul gave you has exhausted you. I told you to pack Energy Drinks, you know."

The mock-annoyed tone of his friend made Catry sputter out a laugh. "Fine," he agreed. "As long as you're sure there's no hunting to be done, I'll rest." Phisto nodded and replied, "Perfectly sure."

Catry fell into an exhausted sleep before he could notice Phisto's crossed fingers.

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