Attack
"Be careful of the woman." This was what he said. The woman was in height greater than an average woman. A shawl draped around her clothes. Her hair tied in a neat bun while her phoenix eyes gazed them. It looked like she smiled, a smile of mockery for their amateur planning. She hold a book in her hands while other women held half burned coal still ready to ignite.
"You came at the right time, I was about to start my dance of ignition. The holy dance of our clan of Patricia!!" The woman threw her shawl away as she started moving her feet to the drums being played by the men in the corner. They drummed at such a high frequency that the neighbouring lands could vibrate. Her legs tapped the ground below, as she brought the book closer to the half destroyed statue of a lady. Shervia kept mumbling the chants in her native language, bowing infront of the statue. Till it's feet length.