As Shinon crept into the main tent, he knew he had to be careful. The map showed someone's presence inside the tent, unlike anyone Shinon had encountered inside the camp yet.
His footsteps barely made any sound on the dirt floor, but then he heard a rustling sound behind him. Before he could react, a big beefy man leapt at him from the shadows, his fists glowing with an eerie red light, a pair of brass knuckles glinting in his hand.
Shinon barely had time to react, but he dodged the attack and drew his sword. The man stood up, revealing to be a towering figure with bulging muscles and scars all over his face. He wore a dirty leather jacket and pants and had a bandana around his head.
"I don't know who you are," the man growled, revealing his yellow, crooked teeth. "but you're not leaving this tent alive."
"Let's just say I saw our weak-ass men and thought it'd be fun to play with them," Shinon smirked. "Now I think you're no different from them either."
