[center][h2][color=00aeef]Klaus[/color][/h2][/center]
[color=6ecff6]"Whew---"[/color] After the battle, Klaus alighted down her horse, wiping away the blood off her longsword. The enemy cavalry were easy pickings for her, considering the fact that they aren't that focused on her as the target. She patted on her horse, who is obviously worn out after the whole day of running around the battlefield. 

Klaus was disappointed that those warriors are too barbaric to be kept alive for questioning. [i]So much on me thinking of ways to question them, away from Miss Fanilly's notice...[/i] From their irrational way of response throughout the battlefield, she doubted they knew much. [color=6ecff6]"Still, this ambush is well-planned, the leader, whoever he is, is most likely far away from here... And, they're still alive, seems like the reaper isn't doing his job properly~"[/color] Klaus smirked upon the sight of zero casualities in this battle.

A expression of surprise riddled up Klaus when the whole escort trip went too smoothly. She had expecting this ambush to be nothing more than a mere skirmish. An army like that is too small to be called an invasion. [i]But at least we completed our task, the task of escorting those loose baggage...[/i]

Klaus collapsed herself onto her bed once she has returned to her quarters at Candaeln, dozing off in seconds. It was a long tiring day for her. 

[i]Two possiblities, either we scared them to a broken retreat, or they are gathering a more solid force to contest us...[/i] As Klaus woke up, she descended down the courtyard, in light robes and a longsword strapped down her side. She began swinging her sword and honing her sword skills as daybreak approaches, feeling a sense of uneasiness.