"Argh! Get away!"
Flaun watched Robson relentlessly firing the cannon, his heart burning with anxiety as he heard the endless screams from behind him.
Under normal circumstances, a few swings of his hammer would be enough to teach this old bastard a lesson, but he had more pressing matters to attend to right now.
"Fuman! I'm here to help!" Viscount Leo roared, charging straight into the fray with Emil right behind him.
A time-honored tradition of Robson's forces: a righteous group beatdown.
Flaun was shocked into realization. 'Right, this entire wall is swarming with enemies!'
'No! Where are the Extraordinaries of my Jackal Wolf Race?'
Flaun glanced back and saw his dozen or so Extraordinaries surrounded and overwhelmed by several dozen humans. They were in no position to help him.
'Retreat or not?'
Flaun didn't have time to ponder the question. Four Silver-ranks took advantage of his distraction, piercing him with several clean holes.
