"Mistaken us for someone else…" Southern Lone Blade repeated those five words in his heart when he suddenly stopped running.
"What's the matter, quick run!" Flame Singed Clothes was flustered.
"There's no need to run anymore. How are we getting away at any rate?" All that was left was Southern Lone Blade, Flame Singed Clothes and the other Priest. None of them were job classes with high movement speed, so as long as the enemy sent their Archers and Thieves to give chase, they would easily catch up to them. The time Flame Singed Clothes's Palatial Balefire had earned for them were nothing more than self-consolation.
"Then let's have it out with them!" Flame Singed Clothes rolled up his sleeves and stared at the turn-off the enemy would have to take, ready to bombard anyone that appeared with his arsenal of spells.
"Don't be so hasty," Southern Lone Blade reached out to lower the magic staff he was raising.
