The moonlight was falling on Mel with all her dignity, and he was surrounded by people who had just been lying on the piss-smelling straw. Getting to his knees, Mel caught the approaching spear from his right as he looked frightening, aided by the mud covering his face.
"Why are you all so low in energy? How are you Elemental Stage fighters?"
Before the words could even come out of his mouth, he smashed two swords and an arrow with his left hand. As the blood-red glowing pupils were wandering through the moonlit shed, the door suddenly opened.
"Shut up! What noise is that?"
When they saw the person who swung a wrist-thick stick into the darkness, there was no sound of the people fleeing to the other end of the hut. They had even laid down their weapons and were watching the door from behind the filthy piles of straw.
"Who are you? What's up with this roof?"
