The red-armored woman stepped forward, her sky-blue eyes scanning the corpses struggling like trapped beasts. Her frost-red lips parted, "What? Someone actually has the guts to play dead?
Not bad, brave but maybe a bit dim-witted. Do they really think every time we spend such a long time planning an operation, mobilizing so many people, it's all for nothing? That we'd be fooled by such a low-level trick as playing dead?"
"M'lady, how do you wish to handle it?" someone nearby asked quietly.
"It's simple. I'll handle this one personally, you all step back." said the red-armored woman.
"But m'lady..." the person next to her said, somewhat worried.
"It's fine, just step back." said the red-armored woman.
"Uh, yes." The person dared not say more and waved, the wizards and soldiers spread out, leaving the corpse pretending to be dead to the red-armored woman alone.
