645 The Barbarians

"Who is Baracus?" a husky, throaty voice asked from behind.

Alarmed, Hao Xuan turned around slowly to meet this new guest, trying his best to seem as harmless as possible in his current weakened state.

With a wide smile he looked towards the speaker who he was expecting to be a bulky middle-aged man judging from the sound of his voice but instead his gaze fell on a well-toned muscular female standing on a treetop not far from him.

She jumped down, landing right in front of Hao Xuan fearlessly. Stupified, Hao Xuan raised his head to met her eyes. She was a full head taller than him.

Her bright ginger hair were tied up in a ponytail hanging loosely behind her. She wore light leather armor made from some kind of a feline beast judging from the leopard marks-like pattern on them.

On her wrists and shoulder guards were giant teeth and claws, coarsely sewn directly into the leather. She was less than three inches away from his face, staring at him with narrowed eyes.