Skye watched with a mixture of fear and curiosity as the armour-clad person suddenly shifted into a pose of what she could assume was combat. It was hard to say whether or not he was holding a weapon: For all she knew, the thing in his hands was some kind of religious thing, and he was clutching it in his hands in hopes that it would grant him some kind of victory.

Perhaps it [i]was[/i] a weapon, as he was holding it toward the treeline in her vague direction, as one would hold such a weapon when confronted with a threat. [i]Does he possibly know I'm here?[/i] She asked herself mentally, before her suspicions grew tenfold. The thing had started to walk toward her!

She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her thoughts, as he called out. It seemed that he, Skye had clear clarification that the thing was male based on his voice, spoke perfect English.

As the man came closer, Skye knew for sure that he knew where she was, and she needed to stand for herself or he may follow her.

Skye sidestepped out from behind the tree she was hiding. Simultaneously, she whipped out an arrow, drawing it in less than a second, pointing it to the armoured knight.

"Who are you?" Skye asked, her voice as cool and calm as the blue sky above. Her arrow never wavered.