"Hu Ha..."
Even unable to maintain a kneeling position, Motan collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily. He raised his trembling hand to wipe the blood off his forehead, glaring stubbornly at the four relatively undamaged Knight statues slowly closing in on him.
Including the other two humanoid puppets standing further back due to their severe injuries, a total of six pairs of emotionless eyes were all focused on Motan.
As their enemies became powerless, these unintelligent creations began to act more leisurely. They didn't hastily charge forward with raised swords, instead approaching Motan gradually, much like how someone leisurely faces a defenseless Hog before.
Clearly, this was some sort of twisted humor on the part of their creator, seemingly intending for these 'security guards' to allow their enemies to fully experience desperation before meeting their end, a significant departure from humanitarian principles.
"What a terrible hobby."
