War Without Wounds was hanging between two wooden planks like a sausage, but his weight prevented him from swinging with the breeze. Since he was busy trying to escape death, he failed to notice that all the men with him on the bridge had fallen down the abyss as a result of his action!
"Hold on tight, Wounds!" Royal God Call knelt down before him, grinning from ear to ear.
War Without Wounds severely gripped the wooden planks as he growled through gritted teeth, "Quickly pull me up!"
"There's no space!" Royal God Call said as he looked to his left and right. Indeed, there was no reason for space to suddenly free up on this mountain path just because a dire situation had erupted, so the players remained as packed as ever. And while squeezing in a man or two would be fine, none dared to do so for fear of causing further problems to develop.
