Down the forest path, the lone carriage surrounded by guards both hidden and in plain sight, rode calmly onwards.
The night birds 'who-d', the frogs crooked in the distance, and the crickets chirped blissfully, happy to see the clear night skies.
"Assassins!"
The men outside screamed defensively, drawing their daggers, swords, bows, and weapons to defend their carriage.
The plants around rustled, and everyone came face to face with a terrible group whose movements were too brisk for anyone to BELIEVE.
What's going on? What's going on?
Ting!
The clashing sounds from weapons echoed, followed by loud screams of pain. Even the hidden guards protecting the carriage now had chalkish faces when assessing such skills.
"Protect the Master!" Was all they could yell out when tightening guarding the carriage with every lifeforce left in them.
Slash!
