"What's with all the noise?!"
A woman clad in armor emerged out of the tent. She had her long dark brown hair plaited in a fishtail braid. She was obviously high-ranking. Her outfit was a mix of metal and leather. The chainmail she was wearing fitted her perfectly, showing off her muscular figure. She was also wearing a crimson cape with a lion painted in gold on her back.
"HELP! IT BURNS! PLEASE!" the large man shouted, pointing at the woman while clutching at his face in agony.
Yuzan touched the man's face for a second then removed his finger. The man collapsed on the ground in exhaustion, relieved from the excruciating pain.
"Who are you?" the woman asked.
She pointed her rapier to Yuzan's throat. He didn't even notice her pulling it out. She was good. Better than those three men in the woods.
Azmir wanted to run away already but Yuzan was standing his ground.
"Are you the leader of this troop?" Yuzan asked.
