The battlefield is not the place for you

"That's dejecting, isn't it?" one of the Beast Hunters said. He was bandaged all over, probably received a beating from several crows, and nearly got eaten alive. 

"We came here all pumped up and now... look at us." 

"you can speak for yourself. Just you and a group of other idiots were pumped up while taking a step inside hell. You guys didn't know where you were going. That was all kid's play for you, and that's why things are like this now," the bulky guy said, one of the few that did not join that group of joyful idiots and decided to stay quiet.

"You bastard!" someone emerged from the group and walked towards the bulky guy, standing in front of him. It was Anton, the very responsible for gathering the crew of people who started to enjoy themselves as if they were on a summer vacation. 

"Who the hell was playing here!? All I did was to make others more comfortable not to succumb to pressure and fear!"

"What do you know about pressure and fear?"