My Werewolf System

Saiber was huffing and puffing. Every one of the other Altered Hunters were still getting crates onto the ferry. Some of them in pairs of two, but the one person who wasn’t moving at all was Gary.

Walking over, Saiber continued to mutter under his breath.

“What is it now, are you faking some type of illness so you can get out of this mission. I knew I shouldn’t have brought you here,” Saiber commented. “I don’t know what I was thinking, I was just in a good mood after beating that fool.”

When he reached Gary, he stopped right in front of him.

“Hey were you trying to look strong lifting one of these things by yourself or something?” Saiber asked.

Gary lifted his head, looking Saiber in the eye.

“Sorry, just some strange pain in my head… it’s okay,” Gary answered as he stood up, and then lifted up the box effortlessly and continued to move forward.