75 Man Down

"Damn it! just how big is this damn place?!" Azar cursed as he pulled the horse to a stop, taking a look around him to see nothing but trees and bushes. "Is this a jungle or what?"

He tried to keep a quick pace as he went through the place but it was also hard to scan the whole place for a bird dressed in crimson armor.

He sighed as he brought his hand up to mess up his golden hair in frustration. "Should I just call for him out loud?" He murmured desperately, he wasn't even sure what plan Armin had, but whatever it is it must be one hell of a plan that he would expose himself to the princess and risk his own life to fulfill his job given to him by a king he wanted dead.

When he was just about to head the other way, he heard a sound familiar to him as his own voice, the sound of metal harshly clashing with another.

"Found you, you damn bat," Azar smirked pulling the reins and headed towards the direction the sound came from.