"Raiders!"
"Raiders!"
"May a stone the size of the Raiders drop on your heads!"
While Sukrucuk yelled at the rabid crowd piling up in front of his shield, he was relentlessly bringing down his weirdly shaped mace. We had taken our places on either side of him, and we were doing our best too.
"Boys, they are multiplying by the second; we need to think of a way out before we get dragged inside!"
Our tank was feeling the mounting pressure on him; if we started getting dragged into the narrow corridor, we could find ourselves trapped inside the small room.
I had been thinking about this possibility for a while too, but my mind was drawing a blank; I had to find an effective method against the people coming in droves.
"Man, you go and hit the slice with the grand prize on the giant wheel on your first try, then deal with these guys!"
Toraman's jaw was working just as hard as his stick these days; the more he hit, the more he grumbled, and the more he grumbled, the more he hit.
