People could say one thing and still do the exact opposite of what they said. That was a problem that emerged when her gaze fixed as several men came onto her at once and Iolanthe Sargon reflexively froze, her jaw tightened and she prepared for the worst—an Archer had one arrow nocked in their bow.
One wrong move really did spell out her end, until a voice spoke up amidst the traitorous crowd.
"Hah… Humans really are disgusting."
The voice had a touch of scorn and before she could figure out where the voice emerged—fire exploded from the back of the group along with a bright searing light. Another female voice emerged with a touch of tiredness. "Did you really have to announce our presence—Blindness!"
"Regroup, regroup!"
Swords clattered and clanged amongst the people. Different flashes of magic emerged and attacked one another.
"They're not humans!"
"Finish them off—"
"They're elites!"
