I've been Pranked... And That's too much for a Description I Guess?

The rampaging beast then slowly pixelates and disappears, leaving only its drop items on the ground.

"So, how can we help you?"

The man who just shot the beast lying on the ground on its head asked while coming closer to us.

"Well – that's…"

I try to tell them that it is already given, the help that is but…

"Hey! What took you that long to respond?!"

Emily scolded the group of Rangers that came to our aid without any hesitation.

They were stunned by her sudden reaction of ungratefulness that the one that is holding the rifle who just eliminated the reason for us running a marathon, steps back because of Emily's sudden outburst.

"And what's with this? Why is a defense turret attacking players when running by its attack range? Are you nuts? Who owns this turret huh? Tell me who the one who set this –"

But before she could even degrade and shame us more in front of the people who spent some of their time helping us, I shut her up by covering her rampaging mouth with my hand.