536 DXXXVI. The Unnoticed Spy

An almost completely destroyed and ripped fur coat covered him from the cold, and his long blonde beard tending to white tread along with his hair, caressed by the icy wind.

Atran got off his horse and pulled out one of his daggers, entrusting his horse to Kron, who grabbed the reins, but just then, Kranus said something.

"Stop, don't get close... this man has a familiar appearance..." 

"But... Commander! He could be dangerous, even if he's not armed" Atran continued, who at the time turned to Kranus and distracted himself from the man in front of him, who took another step forward.

Taking advantage of the moment of indecision, the injured man snapped forward towards Atran and as soon as he turned around, noticing the movement, he did not manage to dodge a strong fist that hit his face, emitting a noisy crash and causing him to fall to the ground.

"What?! Who the hell is that?!" 

"General! Help him!"