Arriving at the spot, Zyviss watched as the players headed towards the guildhall like fools. This guild used to be a mage's guild and was sure to have many valuable items. Of course, it was a prime location to hit if you wanted spoils of war. But only an idiot would do so without proper scouting and preparation.
He stayed on the roof and watched as the players rushed forward after what could only be called the most lacking of all scouting. A few players moving a few meters ahead and giving the all clear.
What training they had undergone these past two years he couldn't even fathom. It seemed like they were still the same as players who were fresh to the game.
"Idiots." Zyviss scoffed. Mere seconds later, shouts filled the air as those who had entered the building were sent flying back out, most through the windows. Vicious wounds covered their chests as they gasped for air and gurgled up blood.
