"Leave Lady Isabel. Don't harm her." Pedro pleaded in the native language.
"I will be the judge of that." Harsha spat back. "Put all your weapons down and walk to the side."
Maria, who was standing beside her, shuddered as she saw her sister being held hostage and began crying. "Sister…" She sniffled.
There were four, including Pedro and Maria, and then two other soldiers as their escorts. They were reluctant to give up their weapon but as they saw their lady hostage, they quickly put their weapon down.
"Move." Harsha warned coldly.
They moved to the side; Pedro dragged Maria with him.
"I will save the lady." Pedro whispered to her in Spanish.
"Walk ahead; follow the marked trees," Harsha gestured at the trees with his chin.
"Alright." Pedro walked ahead; he looked at Isabel and said in Spanish,. "My lady, I will give you the signal. We will kill that man." With that he walked ahead with his back facing Harsha.
