"Don't Move."
Just as Clara prepared to fight back against the multiple Balthazarian guards, a woman's calm, deep voice boomed through the plaza. She peered towards the noise, and her heart fluttered with a lightness that quickly spread through her body.
With a moment's break, she took a deep breath to regulate her breathing.
A mass of fifteen werewolves in maid uniforms stood at the portal, each one armed with a metre-long sword with a thick blade.
Clara thought they resembled oversized machetes, but without the curve.
"Who are you, women?"
"Pah! Piss off, you filthy hounds!"
"...Interesting, that's the emblem of Vokov, are you dogs of that kid?"
The leading woman was tall, blonde and carried a similar atmosphere to Leona. A badge on her swollen chest read the name, Brunhilde.
However, unlike the elegant and well-defined speech of Leona, this girl's voice was crass, filthy and aggressive.
