'It's alright… This is a public area in broad daylight, surely they won't dare to-' Griar stepped back, deflecting a swing at the same time.
Two cracked her neck, simply whistling, which brought out dozens of cloaked men, carrying farm tools, cleavers and simple swords with chunks missing from them, Griar was wrong, she was definitely willing to take this further even as people clearly noticed what was happening.
Indeed, the inhabitants, all rushed to hide, disappearing from view the instant the whistling occurred, the cloak servants all rushed to Milo instead of the young noble, surrounding him but not attacking just yet, simply applying pressure to try and keep him in check.
Looking around, both of them noticed that the blonde woman was nowhere to be found, and that something was soaring through the air, landing a distance behind Griar.
