The Restoration Army still managed to retreat. Chris was deeply reluctant to let the enemy leave with their units intact; he wanted a battle of annihilation, not merely a rout.
But there was nothing he could do. The enemy pikemen had already come forward to cover the fleeing troops, so Chris had to call a halt. He blew his whistle and ordered everyone to stop the pursuit.
The mercenaries and caravan hands obeyed. The players were reluctant, but they had no strength left to keep charging.
The bodies Chris had given the players were ordinary flesh and blood, not superhuman bodies.
No matter how skilled the players were, their hard-capped physical abilities and stamina bars limited how long they could fight.
"What a shame..."
Knife-in-the-Butt watched the enemy retreat with regret. He wanted to keep chasing, but after just two steps, his legs gave out against his will. He landed on a headless corpse and instinctively looked down.
Only then did Knife-in-the-Butt notice that, at some point, a deep, bone-baring gash had been opened across his chest.
One glance was enough for the experienced Knife-in-the-Butt to know his first death was coming. Instinctively, he mustered the last of his strength and shouted.
"Medical Potion..."
Only after shouting did Knife-in-the-Butt suddenly remember that he was playing a different game now. He hurriedly corrected himself.
"Medic, med... cough, cough, cough... forget it."
Seeing the pink fragments that flew from his mouth as he coughed, Knife-in-the-Butt stopped calling. His powerless body slumped backward, falling into the headless corpse's embrace.
The lingering warmth and softness of that embrace, along with the overpowering, nauseating reek of blood, filled Knife-in-the-Butt with nostalgia.
That familiar feeling-only Hundred House Game Studio's titles could deliver a gaming experience like this.
"Are you all right?"
Carrot approached with a spear