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The woman cried out as her arm was bitten into, causing her to back away quickly as Ruxen let go. She backed off, swinging her knife wildly with an angry, delusional, and... scared look in her eyes. The moment the blonde started circling her on a broom, she started to wail, breaking down into tears and holding her face partially with one hand, sobbing and with her other, shakingly swinging it. When the blonde finished speaking, the woman looked up, her face twisted in gut-wrenching terror.

"Leave.... You...H..."

She spoke in whimpers, reaching out again, both to the broom girl and to the others, looking ready to cut anything that got close. She brought her hands to the side of her head, hyperventilating.

"Hhh.... They're coming... They...!"

At the moment her voice started to get high pitched and tense with fear, the blonde would feel something quickly pass over her shoulder as she rode in circles. A golden tipped arrow had impaled the woman through the head from the back, leaving the tip in front on display to Ruxen and Chen in the dead center of her forehead. 

"A-ah..."

The woman's eyes had gone wide at first... then slowly began to relax with her eyelids half closing before she crumpled to the ground, her golden knife skittering across the dirt as blood pooled out of her head and onto the sparse grass below. A final, long exhale left her lips and her color paled. The woman with the broken leg was dead. Not a dozen yards away stood a [url=http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3d/7c/ed/3d7ced4a88b874d2318589d124388420.jpg]gray-skinned man with black eyes[/url] with a golden circlet over his pale hair and his lower body clad in gold, lightweight looking armor. His stance was tense, holding a bow up with a quiver full of arrows on his back. 

The black eyes focused on the three standing there, no doubt lightly sprayed with the blood of the woman who had tried to attack them, and he slowly cocked his head to the side. He raised his right, unoccupied hand, and made a symbol with his hand where his index and thumb were closed with the remaining fingers fanned out. He drew his hand back, and then forward. 

From the tree line, upon the gray-skinned man's signal, a few dozen other soldiers similar in appearance ran forward, all of them seemingly coming towards the three that had just witnessed the woman's death.