"Allen!" shouted Rina.
The white-haired old man chuckled in annoyance. He couldn't swing two guns at once. A glance made Allen could only stare. He fell on the ground holding the injured body from Squato's slash. Has he targeted me? What a sly man you are James! Allen grumbled inwardly.
Rina was about to approach him. But prevented by Squanto. Each girl with long hair ran in a different direction, Squanto must have stopped her. Then, he asked the black beetle to help Allen. However, Pocahontas apparently fired arrows filled with liquid oil. Burns in an instant. Gawonii couldn't stop him. He knew Pocahontas's skill lay in the liquid oil he had. Rina didn't want to hear the explanation, planning to help Allen.
"Don't get in my way!" Rina growled.
"Little girl!"
"I'm not a little girl!"
