All of the guards surrounded Harlow and stepped forward with their weapons raised and ready to strike her. The princess found herself outnumbered and also outmaneuvered. Harlow's bow and arrows were useless against close-range combat.
The dagger she had strapped on also didn't seem useful, but Harlow still pulled it out and raised it to fend off the guards.
"Stay back!" She said and narrowed her eyes on them.
With her life at risk, Harlow pulled herself out of thoughts of panic and immediately shifted her form to the one that her father once taught her. Her gaze darted across the numerous guards warily.
The goddess called out to her. "Don't bother trying to fight them off, mortal. These are elite and armed guards of Cretea."
"Do not resist arrest, human," one of the guards called out to Harlow.
"Throw down your weapons now, mortal," Another warned her off.
