"Get them!!"
A voice resounded from within the bar as a multitude of men poured out from within it.
"Uhhh are you some sort of fugitive?" Guilliman running right beside Eric questioned with a raised eyebrow as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.
40, that was the number of people that were currently chasing them down. He had literally just gotten to this stronghold, this kind of situation was wildly uncalled for and unwarranted.
"Ehnn no, it's just my siblings being overzealous" Eric commented as his body began to drip with a molten liquid sweat that seemed to increase his speed.
"Ohh, then why am I being pulled into it?" Guilliman responded calmly but also with a look of helplessness in his tone.
Mob mentality. It was evident that these guys were meant to chase Eric alone. But during this chase Guillimans attempts to deviate had been met with arrows flying through the air.
