The scent of blood that filled the air kicked off the melee. The burly man turned around and knocked down the player who had tried to sneak attack him with a punch, and the two began to fight, quickly involving several nearby players.
Barely able to open her eyes and almost totally deaf to any sound, the female player at the front door stumbled and inadvertently awakened scattered strips of fabric on the ground to attack indiscriminately. The soft fabric flew around the carriage like Flying Arrows, pinning themselves on tables, chairs, and window glass.
Of course, the windows couldn't be easily broken, but leaving a small mark was enough to terrify the others. Thus, the blonde man threw a water ball that rolled forward, and the wildly flying fabric arrows involuntarily pierced into it.
