Tout's jaw was clenched as he glared at the tall wall. It wasn't that he didn't have slaves anymore—there were still a few thousand on his side—but the ratio was small that only a small fraction of them would be able to use meat shields now.
Everyone was fully equipped with at least a Level E weapon and defense equipment, courtesy of Basset Town—deductable to his share of this place, of course—but that wouldn't stop a damned Level 5 sentry, so meat shields were still the best way to protect themselves.
Anyway, no one wanted to go ahead with so many sentries and archers targeting them! And so… for the next few minutes, they entered an embarrassing standstill.
"What's going on?" Suddenly, a voice sounded from the side and everyone felt a little intimidated just by their approach.
"Masters!" Tout exclaimed and everyone adopted a somewhat more humble stance.
