Chapter 12: Final Wave 2
Leon's magic flickered again, his energy waning.
He leaned against a crate, panting, the stone heavy in his hand.
"Come on," he muttered, squeezing it. "Don't crap out on me now." He tried to summon the warmth, the fire, picturing fire like Saria had taught him, but all he got was a faint spark that fizzled out.
"Gaa!" A goblin lunged over the barricade, its claws inches from his face, and he yelped, stumbling back.
A young archer—petite, with short brown hair and a determined glint in her eyes—fired an arrow that pierced the goblin's throat, dropping it instantly.
"Watch yourself, Doc!" she shouted, nocking another arrow. "I am Tila. Stick with me!"
Before Leon could respond, a grizzled spearman with a scarred face and a gray beard charged in, impaling another goblin.
"Boren," he grunted, nodding at Leon. "Keep us alive, kid."
Leon nodded, his heart racing. "Got it," he said, his voice steadier than he felt. Tila and Boren flanked him, their presence grounding him as he focused on healing.