In reality, Chris's group stood no chance against Suzy and the others.
Although they vastly outnumbered them, they were nothing more than ordinary men. Brutal, perhaps, but still ordinary. None had received any real combat training, and their attacks were wild and completely uncoordinated.
They relied on one tactic alone: charge forward, swing their weapons, overwhelm the enemy with numbers.
The flaws in that approach quickly became obvious. No matter how many people they had, their numbers weren't endless.
More importantly, Suzy, Thomas, and the others showed no mercy.
One man's arm was severed cleanly by a razor-sharp blade. The sight filled everyone around him with terror. Fear spread through the crowd.
We can't beat them.
The realization struck almost everyone at the same time. Instinctively, they began retreating.
Watching his men fall back, Chris nearly exploded with rage.
"You bastards! Don't retreat! I said don't move!"
His furious shouting made several hesitate.
