9th floor 2nd room.
Kiba sprawled on the ground in an undignified manner retrieved a mid-level health potion from his storage ring. Since he was practically incapacitated and the frost drake lacked hands he had no choice but to swallow the small vial along with the contents. A rather dangerous and foolish act for a person but for a tiger monster like himself the glass shards would merely irritate his throat and stomach rather than pierce and shred.
Within moments the bright red liquid was absorbed and sought to heal his many, many wounds. After a few minutes he'd be ready to chase down his remaining targets and hopefully still pass the trial his master had set for him.
"How savage but effective nonetheless." Frost muttered with a smile, proud that in the face of possible failure instead of giving up Kiba stubbornly resisted, looking for ways to turn his situation around.
