Inside the tent, there was silence. Those outside couldn't hear any sounds from within, but they were sure it was a bloodbath.
"What should we do?" A portion of the crowd looked towards Ming, who was rushing over with a chainsaw.
"Break the tent!" Ming swung the chainsaw and began cutting.
David stood behind him, swinging both arms as sand spikes shot toward the tent. He yelled at the people around him, "Break it! What are you waiting for?"
"Uh... break it, break it quickly."
"Ranged attackers, use your psychic powers and attacks on the top of the tent."
"Melee fighters, get in there and cut!"
"Should we just run away now? This king-level enemy seems too powerful."
"Are you crazy? It's even more dangerous out in the wild."
"If you say 'run' again, I'll cut you down for spreading fear!"
"..."