"Clang!"
The hand-and-a-half sword precisely flicked the clothesline, plunged into the citizen's chest with a thud.
The tall, masked armored warrior lifted his leg, intending to kick the citizen in the stomach.
His leg lifted but did not strike; a hooked spear was already lodged in his collarbone, pulling the masked warrior onto his back.
Picking up the iron club, the Night Watcher jabbed it into the warrior's face, causing an eyeball to burst like mashed pulp.
On the other side, a member of the Military Police drew his saber, lifting the chain mail to gut him.
Yet before the saber fell, a crossbow arrow shot over, hitting the calf.
"Ah, you son of a bitch!"
The military officer screamed in pain but gritted his teeth and pierced the heart of the masked warrior before him.
"Are you alright?" The captain of the Military Police from the Advisory Council pushed through the fleeing crowd, jogging over.
