After seeing Rosy blow a hole in the running man's chest, eight of the other nine people on the tracking team froze still. They knew that they weren't a match for that kind of power. If they ran, they'd just die. Their only hope for survival was to surrender peacefully. Unfortunately, their superior didn't seem to agree.
The leader of the area was pretty easy to distinguish. He was wearing a blue coat over his chainmail. Apparently confident that Rosy was the only threat, he jumped toward Adrian, intending to use him as some sort of shield or something. Adrian reacted on instinct, slashing his Whiteblood sword at the man.
Unfortunately for Adrian, his training with Rosy hadn't progressed past the basic hand-to-hand stuff yet. He didn't have the same type of control over his sword as he did his body. His slash was pushed aside by a... claw? And the man thrust a fist towards Adrian's chest.
Reacting in the same way he would during his training with Rosy, Adrian backed away from the fist, throwing his sword and using the force from that to push his body to the side. He wasn't able to totally dodge the man's fist, and three large scratches appeared on his chest, piercing through the leather armor that the resistance had lent Adrian, drawing a small amount of blood.
"A Wulfic Fraeguard!?" Rosy exclaimed, surprised. Adrian only really understood one of those words, but he knew from what he'd learned in the last few days that Wulfics were a demi-human race similar to the legend of 'werewolves.' Fraeguard sounded like some sort of knightly corps or something, but he wasn't able to think much of it, as the Wulf attempted to claw at him again.
This time, though, Adrian was ready for it. He'd trained with a master martial artist, after all. A simple claw wasn't a very effective trump card compared to Rosy's absolute bodily control.
As the claws came toward him, Adrian used a motion that he'd learned from Rosy. Brushing the fist aside, he grabbed the Wulfic's arm and twisted, sweeping his leg in the process. Unlike when Rosy'd held back against Adrian, the Wulfic's arm snapped loudly, forcing a pained howl out of him as he fell to the ground.
"My father honestly sent a Fraeguard after me, huh? I guess he really has realized how little loyalty I have to him..." Rosy thought aloud as Adrian processed the fight that he'd just taken part in.
"That was..."
"Impressive, Adrian. I honestly didn't expect you to be able to react to that. How's your chest? Is it deep?" She asked him, surprised at his performance. He'd taken care of that Fraeguard like a natural. He needed to improve his reflexes, sure, but that response had been more impressive than she'd expected him to be capable of after just a few lessons.
"I'm fine... What's a Fraeguard?" He asked, feeling his chest. The wound wasn't deep at all. After it was cleaned, it would probably heal in just a day or so with his increased healing factor.
"Noctian elite fighters. I used to be the commander, but I lost my position when my father turned me into his own personal assassin." Rosy explained to him. Uriah had a similar force, but they were more 'Royal Guard' than 'Fraeguard.' He suspected that the Fraeguard was something on an entirely different level from the one that existed in Uriah, though, if that Wulfic was any indication.
In Uriah, Adrian'd been confident in his skills as a swordsman, and less confident in his ability as a martial artist. Now, here in Noctus, he'd been forced to throw his sword away because his skills as a swordsman wasn't enough, while his martial arts ability had saved his life instead. It was incredibly strange.
"Either way, we need to get back. I honestly don't know what the Resistance is going to do with these guys as prisoners, but we can't let them go, and I'm not really willing to kill them myself."
The 'Princess Haters,' who had been simply watching the entire thing in a stunned stupor, were even more stunned by Rosy's words. The 'Rose Princess' was hesitating to spill blood... Maybe they were wrong about her, after all.
Rosy had the 'Princess Haters' help the carriage idiot back to camp, while she and Adrian watched the ten people of the tracking squad. Since three of them were carrying their commander, who was still in shock from having his arm broken by Adrian, it wasn't too difficult to keep an eye on the remaining few. Their spirits had been broken by Rosy's overwhelming power, after all.
...
"You're back. How did it go?" Chloe asked them once they returned. By this time, most all of the important parts of camp had already been packed up. The people of the resistance had packed up their camp so many times by now that they knew exactly what they were doing, and the process was incredibly streamlined.
Chloe could now focus on Rosy's team's results. She'd made sure to send the five most outspoken 'Princess Haters' in the camp with them on the suspicion that something rather interesting would happen during the mission, but given the state of the 'Princess Haters' leader, it was pretty clear that whatever had happened was a lot more extreme than what she'd expected.
Rosy wasn't the type to go out of her way to act on a personal grudge, so Chloe had assumed that the 'Princess Haters' would be fine, but one of them had a large bite mark on his arm, while Adrian's chest had three, shredding claw marks on it.
"That was a really stupid mission." Rosy began explaining everything that had gone wrong during the mission, with Adrian chiming in every now and then to clarify.
The more Chloe heard, the more she facepalmed inwardly. "So... To summarize, those five planned a mutiny, which likely would have ended in you getting blindsided by their blades while you were fighting the Markers, and the king sent a Fraeguard in with the tracking squad, huh?"