Noah was going to wait, until the number of commoners decreased. It won't be fun if he gives his all and helps them win, right?
He lay there, deeply 'injured' from the attack by their leader, while the noble leader went and attacked the commoners.
"Varis... something is wrong here. This many commoners are suddenly attacking us... There is definitely a deeper ploy here." One of the nobles' lad said to their leader.
"I think so too." Varis nodded, pulled out his sword from its sheath and cut through the water ball magic coming his way.
"There is a chance that they decided this before coming here too and there might be more of these peasants." He continued, gritting his teeth.
Unlike the commoners, he had received proper training. It did not take him long before he was able to cut through their magic and slice the arm of one of the commoners.
