Everything happened exactly as Ben and Elena predicted.
Just half an hour later, a bigger group of enemies came from a distance. The two had already rested enough to fight, but the number of enemies this time was triple that of the first wave.
Seeing this made Elena know this fight was going to be harder.
"How about we wake him up?"
Ben looked at the nearby John, who was snorting in deep sleep.
"No, leave him to rest," Elena turned dead serious, "something tells me much bigger waves will come next."
She paused before looking at Ben.
"Are you sure we'll do it this way?"
"I can handle it," Ben had no confidence in his voice at all, yet he still acted like a hero, "I can tolerate some damage and get hurt without crying."
Elena didn't say anything, still kept staring at him for a few seconds. She knew the new tactic they had agreed upon was going to be risky, far more dangerous than what they tried the first time.
