[center][h1][color=f26522]Aimée Bellerose[/color][/h1][/center]

Aimée watched amazed as the colored guy dealt with the orc archers. He didn't look or acted like a soldier. But he had the experience of someone who was no strange to the battlefield. He moved with confidence as he intimidated one orc, sending him running back to his commander and finished off the second one. Sure, he was lucky that the orc didn't realized that his weapon was unloaded, but the way he held his ground on that moment wasn't  something that everyone could do. Aimée was getting more and more interested about the weird group of soldiers she stumbled upon.

After the colored man wrote something on a parchment and sent it to their commander, the battlefield changed quickly. His quick thinking in challenging the commander to a singular duel probably saved their lives, seeing as the orcs would easily best them if they sent all their army.

"[color=f7941d]Alright I'll take your challenge, Pull back Boys let us see what kind of Champion these puny humans can put before me![/color]"  The commander yelled, as the orcs formed a circle, chanting and cheering their commander.

Aimée was still rather preoccupied about the situation when she heard the man calling her.
[color=fff200]"My champion! Would you like a box seat to the dual of the century? I seem to have a extra twin with a strong set of shoulders!"[/color]

"Would you like a seat miss?" One of the twins asked, looking to her.

[color=f26522]"My my... Your silver tongue and your sharp mind have just completely turned the tides of this battle!"[/color] she said to him with her hands on her waist.

[color=f26522]"Such a strong man as yourself wouldn't be bothered to help a small and fragile girl, would you?"[/color] she said to the twin, winking to him as he extended his arm.

Gracefully leaping on the man's shoulder, she sat on his biceps, almost like it was a chair, dangling her legs innocently.
Although she looked pretty calm, she still held the ring blade on her arm, the silk strip wrapped on her hand, ready to throw the weapon and defend herself.

[color=f26522]"Aren't you worried about what will happen after the duel? If we kill their commander, the others may get out of control, and losing is not an option if we want to stay alive."[/color]
 
[color=f26522]"You still haven't told me your name, colored man."[/color] she said, looking to Stefano.
[color=f26522]"I'm Aimée, but everyone calls me Lala."[/color]
[color=f26522]"I was going to your camp to hear stories about battles and what happened with the blackstone fortress. Although i may be too early to hear stories about the battle, and instead ended up participating in it."[/color] she said, sticking her tongue out playfully.

[color=f26522]"Anyways, I know you said that it would be a duel, but i want to celebrate and have a big party after this. Any plan in mind if things start to go bad?"[/color] she asked, getting the ring blade and reflecting the sunlight in the orc commander's face, hoping to help their champion.

[color=f26522]"It might be a good idea to call all our allies to discuss a plan while the orcs are entertained with the duel though." 
[/color] She said, whistling to call the others nearby.

[color=f26522]"We should be near our allies. Especially due to the fact that the our troops are already tired from the previous battle."[/color] she said, still concentrating in using her ring blade to reflect the sunlight on the orc commander's eyes.

[@Cuddle Pot]