Whatever Archer did seemed to help, as the wounds on Mark's upper half visibly healed. Leon decided he was going to have to spend some quiet time tomorrow wrapping his head around the concept of what appeared to be magic.

He looked at his two battered teammates, and sighed. Hopefully Archer wouldn't take offense at this. "I think I'm probably in the best shape right now," he said. "Do you want me to take the lead? If we get attacked from the front, neither of you are in the best condition to be fending it off." He glanced back and forth between Archer and Mark, waiting for their replies.