As Gilianna tended to Hamon with a condemning expression all the officers in the meeting stood or sat in silence around the strategy table. No one wished to be the first to speak after such a painful wave.
"Haaaaaaaa" Frost who seemed to be the only one in decent spirits let out a loud sigh drawing all eyes towards him.
Thanks to the mid-level health potion and the glorious DP he absorbed after killing the cyclops Frost was looking pretty well for someone that was sneak attacked by a B-rank rindar. Most of his serious injuries were healed leaving just bruises and exhaustion.
He'd had enough of this negative atmosphere; it sucked out all the joy he had during his duel earlier.
"Yes, we lost more men and woman than expected and our upper ranked forces are sporting innumerable injuries and even Hamon is requiring the personal attention of Gilianna, but the enemy is in a far worse state." Frost loudly proclaimed, seriously annoyed by the dour atmosphere.
