"Kill her," arrogant tone ordered the two men beside her. The order was at exact point. No dilly-dally. The young girl eyes rolled, she felt irritated and offended to be sent to kill such a useless person with no power.
"Yes!" both of them shouted in tune.
"Are you three not feeling any cold?" Lydia rubbed her palm surrounded by the cold air. Seeing them in thin clothes was making her feel colder than before that she couldn't stop but ask it.
The woman in mid of two men widened her eyes chuckling in irritation and boiling madly. How dare a mere powerless person take her lightly. It made her wish to kill this tomboy with her own hands and of course not an easy death, it should be painful. She was intimidatingly glaring with her two eyes when it gave a side glance to the left where her person scoffed telling Lydia, "Only powerless feel cold. We on the other hand don't care for this puny weather."