Under the watchful eyes of the surrounding Guards, the prisoners began to frantically scramble for the weapons on the ground.
Eric silently retrieved his Kuman Saber and Round Shield from his space.
Eric decided to find a spot for himself in the middle. 'In a battle formation, the center is always the safest place.'
Eric immediately lowered his head, hunched his shoulders, and silently backed away, taking a dozen or so steps.
'That feels about right. Any further back would be rude.'
Eric nodded in satisfaction and raised his head.
'What the fuck, where did everyone go?!'
The crowd that had been packed shoulder-to-shoulder just a moment ago was now completely gone.
Then he heard murmurs of discussion coming from behind him.
"My, this Priest is so earnest."
"I'd bet my life he's a truly devout Priest, a true Servant of God. He's practically a living Saint."
