"Hurry up and shoot... I can't take it anymore... Are you a pig? How can you miss at this range? Aim your arrows better!"
"These damn rats are so fiercely wild, I've already died twice, and now they're charging again?"
"Whimper, whimper, there are so many little mice, I'm so scared... Motherf*cker, how dare they bite me, where's my big sword? If I don't chop these bastards up today, they won't learn to respect women..."
"They're so ugly, these Fierce Half-Ratmen are so hideous..."
In Anos City, players locked in fierce combat had reached a fever pitch after two days of fighting.
There were too many.
Too many Fierce Half-Ratmen.
Killing them was fruitless, exterminating them impossible.
These evil creatures, oblivious to pain, unacquainted with retreat, were simply the bane of players.
Although players were fierce, the potential loss of experience made them reluctant to risk their lives for real.
