Indeed, Sukrucuk was going to start fast. As is the classic case, he hit the head of the first mole that came up with him in a blink of an eye.
The real surprise would come later. Unfortunately, although the area of five meters by five meters may seem small, it was a relative concept. Our tank's weakness was revealed when it started in the middle and moved to the edges to hit targets that were far away. Because of his role in the party, the middle-aged man had no idea how to fight on the move.
No lie, it was hitting whatever came out within a meter's range, but when it came to advancing and hitting quickly, our tank failed.
"Hey, let me spit where you came from!
"Guys, come out with me!"
His mouth, like his feet, was working nonstop. He was getting drained with the effect of the heavy armor that he didn't take off to show off. When the two minutes were over, Sukrucuk breathed from his ass, not his mouth.
"Wow, look at my brother; blessed like a cheetah!"