Heather takes the moment to look at the numbers of Uvuton soldiers, a number that just kept on growing by the second in this raining storm.
Silence filled the open air. Not one word was said at the time that felt to have gone slower or stopped.
The only person among the crowd to take a step forward was the commander of this army, she faced her.
"There are only two ways at this point for you in death by my hands or by theirs."
"What no choice for me to just give up being your prisoner instead, I can be a good one if you want."
Heather says trying to act cute right about now.
"I think that's been crossed off as an opinion for you, don't you think?"
"Good point, guess that just means, I need to make my way out by fighting everyone."
"Do you believe it is possible to escape our camp?"
"Yeah I do 'cause, I am a soldier of Gavaria and we know how to fight like a badass."
The woman laughs for a bit then goes back to speaking to Heather.