"How many did we lose?" Four Eyes asked, with his arms and legs bleeding, and took out the bottle of crocodile blood from his bag.
Jack, with a sad look on his face, carefully surveyed the group. He was the one who had come out of the recent skirmish with the least severe injuries, but the weight of their losses hung heavily on his shoulders. "We lost five this time," Jack said, his voice tinged with sadness as he spoke, his head bowed in respect for the fallen.
Four Eyes, his hands stained with the crimson of battle, rushed to Shun's side. Shun winced as Four Eyes applied the soothing crocodile blood to his wounds, an unexpected gesture of care from his future father-in-law. Shun's eyes filled with gratitude and warmth as he watched Four Eyes tending to him amidst the chaos.
Concern etched on his face, Four Eyes hurried over to Chatty, who lay wounded and in pain. Overwhelmed, Four Eyes called out for Jack, his voice betraying his anxiety.