"What are you doing? Stop making trouble for our guild. You have already done enough!" Xian shouted at her, fist still on her head.
Without another word, Xian dragged Isolde by the collar while the latter only made a face.
When the threat was cleared, the ten youths stalked Ren. And when they attempted to charge again, they were stopped by the swift motion of a knife, the blade flashing in the sunlight. The player stumbled back, surprised by a swift and deadly strike.
One by one, the players fell to Elena's blade and arrows, their strength and skill no match for the Elven Princess. She moved with a graceful fluidity, her movements almost like a dance as she dispatched her opponents with lethal efficiency.
"Sorry. But I would not have you kill this man." The Princess took back her words and giggled. "I still need him, after all."
Ren just stood there with an unflustered look on his face. He was not amused by the Princess's antics.