"Careful now," Medea whispered in his ear, her voice like ice. "One wrong move, and this could be your last day."
Before the captain could respond, a voice boomed from behind them. "Enough!"
Medea stepped back, lowering her sword as the crowd parted to reveal a tall, imposing figure. The general of the army. His presence commanded respect, and the soldiers immediately straightened, their playful attitudes fading as they recognized the authority before them.
The general's eyes flicked between Medea and the captain, his expression unreadable. "What's going on here?"
Medea sheathed her sword, her posture relaxed as if nothing had happened. "I was just observing your training," she said casually, "but your captain here seemed to take issue with that."
The captain opened his mouth to protest, but the general silenced him with a look.
