Sukrucuk was indeed going to start fast; as is classic, he hit the head of the first mole that popped up next to him with his stick in the blink of an eye.
The real surprise was going to reveal itself later, unfortunately; even though the five-by-five-meter area looked small, this was actually a relative concept. When our tank moved the competition he started in the middle to the edges to hit targets popping up far away, his weakness was exposed; due to his role in the party, the middle-aged man had absolutely no clue how to fight on the move.
I won't lie, he smacked whatever popped up within his one-meter range, but when it came to moving fast and hitting, our tank totally flunked.
"God damn it! "Man, pop up next to me!"
His mouth was running non-stop just like his feet; with the effect of the heavy armor he didn't take off just to show off, when the two minutes were up, excuse my French, but our guy was breathing out of his ass.
