His body showed only minor wounds, but each strike he deflected or absorbed sapped his strength and forced him to retreat step by step. The weight of the conflict was beginning to take its toll, not just physically but mentally as well. Gustavo could feel the pressure mounting, knowing that the survivors he was protecting would soon be forced to join the fight.
The problem was that these survivors lacked the necessary experience to handle such a disciplined and aggressive enemy. Most of them were ordinary people who had been thrust into this chaotic new world without warning. Their makeshift training under his and the others' guidance was insufficient preparation for facing an organized military force.
Still, all of a sudden, they stopped charging for some reason when they were about to reach the walls and then turned around. Gustavo looked around, imagining that another force would attack them, but he didn't find anything like it.
