Like looming shadow creatures, the group of 200 men flashed through the scene.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap!
Their feet hardly touched the floor as they lightly pushed off while keeping their hands flaring backward.
You dare harm their mistress? Kill!
In a flash, the group not only bypassed the town gates but entered well into the space with menacing auras.
They were ready to show these ignorant folks just who they were messing with.
However, the strange scene before them almost made many miss their steps.
The expression on Kilmo's cracked slightly. He, Kilmo, was his mistress' 2nd in command.
And he put it here today that he had never seen such strange enemies before.
It's okay for the enemy to charge towards them for war. But why were they looking at them so strangely? Why were they looking at them like fresh pieces of meat finely roasted above an open flame?
"These people are weird." Someone murmured.