"..."
"Damn it!!! Who on earth did I piss off?"
Chest Hair was so angry that he was practically fuming, having been pelted by the rocks that kept coming. He slumped onto the ground.
The other players wanted to laugh but didn't dare. They put on sympathetic faces and huddled around Chest Hair.
"Chest Hair, someone's above you!"
A player followed the trajectory of the rocks up to the top of the cave and happened to catch a glimpse of a vague figure flitting past.
"Bastard, go up there and grab that damned player! I want to see who has the guts to mess with me!"
"Ting!"
Chest Hair forcefully drew his gold longsword from the ground, carried it on his shoulder, fixated his gaze on the opening at the top, and roared, "After him!"