Twenty Dead
The smell of blood filling their nostrils signaled the start of the brawl. The burly man spun around and knocked down the Player who had tried to ambush him with a single punch. The two started fighting, and the first to get caught in the crossfire were several nearby Players.
They could barely keep their eyes open and could hardly hear a thing, making it difficult to use even their Items. After the female Player by the front door stumbled when someone bumped into her, she immediately roused the strips of cloth scattered across the floor and sent them attacking indiscriminately. The soft strips flew through the carriage like Flying Arrows, embedding themselves in tables, chairs, and windows.
The windows, of course, weren't so easily broken, but even a small mark was enough to make everyone else uneasy. The blond man tossed out a water ball. It rolled forward, and the strips flying everywhere were involuntarily drawn into it.
"Who's there?!" the female Player shouted, but the thunder drowned her voice out completely. She raised her hand and threw something shaped like a ring. Just as she was about to control it, the blond man darted forward and grabbed her hand. The two grappled with each other.
With no one guarding the front door, the skinny monkey carefully avoided the others and quietly slipped out through it.
Xu Huo stepped forward, but a Player who had been watching him seized the opportunity to attack from behind. Though he couldn't see, he could still feel a force rapidly swelling behind him.
He dodged back and turned around. With some difficulty, he managed to open his eyes and make out what was behind him: a crude paper beast. Its appearance was simple, but one swipe of its claw could split