Anne saw the fierce battle from afar, she cried when she looks at her beloved gentlemen just brushing themselves with the dead. She tried so hard to think of something; she felt helpless and cursed herself because of her incapability to fight.
Until someone touches her shoulder from behind. Screaming in fear, she slaps her hand and tried to run.
"Wait, miss, please don't run."
The voice of a woman makes her turn. She looks into a very beautiful young woman with hazel eyes and brown skin, with an oval shape face. She wears a cape that covers all over her body beside her face. "Who are you? Do I know you?" Asked Anne to the young woman.
"My name is Riya, from the round table tribe. We came here to rescue you." Said the young woman, and she pointed at the twelve men who wear the same outfit as her. "All of you. So stay here and let us rescue your group."
The young woman named Riya then jump into her horse, and the group galloped into the battle.
