Under the silver sundial whose shadow hand has reached over to the following constellation. The crowd of hidden players have finally abandoned the burrows used to hide and exposed themselves to the shine of danger.
Gleaming steel of menacing shapes raised under the control of their owners as loud clashing of opposing forces created resounding volumes of flying dust.
The charging bull plunged his body into the group of players as the sharpness of twin horns penetrated the thick flesh of players. Loud raucous laughter rang about as people were flung in the air akin to a lifeless doll abandoned after one play. Rain of warm scarlet showered the bodies of everything under as it painted their surfaces a red hue.
"Hahaha! This is so fun!"
Injured players stood back up regardless of how deep their wounds were as they changed tactics depending on the course of battle. Some even began to use the abilities gifted to them by the tower in quick instances.
