'Someone's behind me…'
Realizing this, Colin stopped. A moment later, a hard object pressed against his lower back, and his Chain Armor Shirt scraped softly.
'They must know I'm wearing a Chain Armor Shirt, so whoever this is must be confident.'
'Judging by the direction of the sound, this guy must be a bit shorter than me,' Colin thought.
"You're an Adventurer, right? Things are pretty bad right now. Countless Adventurers have died in the last couple of days. The scavengers are having a field day. So, the fact you're still alive means you've got some skill, huh?"
"So? If you're trying to rob me, my coin purse is on my belt."
"Well…"
Twisting at the waist, Colin drove his elbow straight into the nose of the man behind him.
He leaped back to create distance, drawing his Hand Half Sword with a SHING.
There were five of them.
