"Argh!!"
"P-please don't kill me!"
"H-help!"
Dexter and Stella watched the Numbers bleeding and crying, fighting a horde of Orcs. Even Number Seven with his athletic physique couldn't help himself fighting an Orc Warrior one-on-one.
Though Stella had become addicted to killing "Bad" Players by smashing their head like a watermelon, she still cared about the Numbers, though they had only known them for a little more than a week.
Every Number struggled to fight, struggled to survive, except Number One, who moved like a shadow that even Dexter couldn't see her with his naked eyes, unless he transformed one of his bracers into something that could see invisibility.
"Hya!" shouted Number One, while pulling Number Three by her feet.
Looking back, Number One saw Dexter with his bored eyes, watching them, not even amused by their struggle.
Gritting her teeth, she commanded,
"We need to regroup! Come here... protect the Mages."
