They didn't care about the respawn timers. They were deliberately soaking the aggro. They were throwing their fragile, naked bodies into the meat grinder entirely voluntarily, acting as a massive, flesh-and-bone meat shield for the Sovereign of Laws.
"They're taking the hits for you!" Valerie yelled, her blue eyes wide in absolute disbelief as she watched the prisoners sacrifice themselves just to overwhelm the turrets' targeting algorithms.
"Are you kidding me?" Sebastian whispered, a rare flicker of genuine shock piercing his cold, deadpan facade.
He watched a frail, heavily scarred dwarven merchant throw himself directly onto the glowing aperture of a turret. The dwarf took a blast straight to the stomach, completely vaporizing his torso, but the sheer physical mass of his body momentarily blocked the beam, buying the rioters behind him an extra second.
The mob crashed into the first line of turrets.
*CLANG! SMASH! CRUNCH!*
