The enemy!
They were coming?!
Perfect! Just perfect!
The damage caused four days ago was just starting to get under control!
Anara rushed over to a tent at the centre of the makeshift camp.
As he entered, he found a burly man with short fiery hair, sharp eyebrows and close set hazel eyes sitting down with his gaze plastered on the ground.
He was decked in a bulky reddish gold armour that constantly hissed of fine mana with a massive greatsword attached behind it.
In front of him was a very short figure who spoke with a light pant, drizzles of sweat oozing from her brow. She had light ash blonde hair and large black eyes that never left the burly man's face as she gave a full report.
Anara waited for this woman to finish whatever she was saying before he asked.
"How does it look, Bull?"
The large man named Bull did not shift his gaze from the ground or give a direct answer. Instead...
"Oliviana..."