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Garret forgets about accurate shooting.
"What a crap, I should give that guy who brewed this concoction a good beating." - Garret thought, fighting the urge to immediately empty his stomach.
"How's the potion, tasty?" - Harold smirked.
"...It won't kill me."
-- Congratulations, Garret! -- now that he's left the arena again, it's time to congratulate him. -- As always, you demonstrate the strength of your squad, and now, of the order.