"What is all this!"
"What do you mean what is all this, these are those infamous foreign powers!"
Toraman was looking at the types wandering around like a bewildered duckling; he had no idea what he had stumbled into.
"Big Bro Sukrucuk, their levels are almost the same as ours, why don't you pull two slots so we can see what happens!"
With the pent-up aggression of not having killed the Fallen for a long time, our tank lunged; since he left his weapon in the Starting Village, he had a standard mace in his hand, and he didn't hesitate at all as he brought it down on the head of one of the four guys walking around with backpacks.
"You heathens, get over here you bastards!"
When our guy let out a battle cry right in the open, the three slots nearby started marching toward him; this cocktail included guys with glasses carrying folders, dudes in sunglasses with briefcases, and a group of girls in bikinis holding microphones.
"Toraman, get ready, here we go!"
