The shopkeeper completely freaked out now. He'd finally realized he might have encountered genuine psychopaths—people who operated outside the normal rules of society.
While activating his defensive skill, he created armor made of water element around his body. The liquid solidified into a translucent protective layer. At the same time, he drew the sword attached to his waist—a decent quality blade that he'd never actually used in real combat before.
He shouted desperately, empowering his voice with mana to make it carry further. The exit was on the other side of the shop, blocked by these lunatics.
"Help!!!" His voice cracked with genuine terror. "Help!!! They're trying to kill me!! Someone help me!"
But no response came from outside. The street remained silent.
