Jack walked through the fortress corridors, his armor torn and bloodstained, but his stride remained steady.
Despite the wounds from Pho's Black Ice Soul, his enhanced constitution kept him moving with barely diminished movement.
His bones were denser now, closer to a demon's structure than a human's.
His muscles responded with the same efficiency they'd had before the fight. The pain was there, sharp and insistent, but it didn't slow him down.
{I have to admit,} Oscar said, his mental voice carrying genuine appreciation, {your recovery capabilities are impressive. Most demons would be limping after taking two hits from Black Ice Soul. You're walking like you stubbed your toe.}
'Yes I have some good recovery. But you haven't seen the best part yet.'
{Still. That was forty-five percent true damage. Twice. And you're walking it off like it's nothing. Either you're tougher than I thought, or you're very good at hiding pain.}
'Both.'
