They were coming at full throttle. Maybe there wasn't as massive a crowd as the previous time, but these were undoubtedly the ones who were truly bloodthirsty.
But we weren't a group running away in a panic either. I had measured the distance between us and the shield so beautifully that, after at most two attack waves, we would be able to throw ourselves inside.
Indeed, the result was exactly as I expected; with the unbreakable tank Sukrucuk in the front, and Toraman and me on the flanks, we practically farmed the ducks with our unstoppable arrow formation.
Even so, once we got inside the shield, we threw ourselves on the ground as if we were going to die of exhaustion. I even forced Rimel quite a bit to pretend to cry out of fear.
We had fed them this bullshit once, why not increase the number of times we do it? We still had plenty of time to spend as fugitives, and the fear of torment among those who hadn't died yet was increasing by the second.
