"Haha! These stupid Evil Demons really took the bait… Roar! Loose! Loose!!…"
"Awoo! Awoo!!"
Red-haired Mique let out a roar, excitedly raising his Greatbow as he stood up from the ambush in the grass. Then more than twenty Red-haired Dog Descendants popped up from the brush all at once, let out a threatening wolf-howl, and loosed their sharp arrows together!
"Swish swish swish!…"
The fierce arrow rain howled in, four or five shafts aimed at a single enemy—true equal sharing of death. This prepared volley targeted the heads and faces of the Church Followers; in just an instant, three were shot in the vital neck-and-face, and two more wounded!
"Damn! Damn! These cunning Barbarians! Not a shred of Knightly honor! This is pure trickery and ambush! The most despicable crawling vermin!!…"
