After a moment of crying and whispered reassurances, the woman finally composed herself and turned her head toward Rex. Her eyes, still glassy with tears, now held a fire that hadn't been there before. The transformation was so sudden, so complete, that even Rex found himself momentarily stunned. Just moments ago, she had been a crying mother, fragile and trembling. Now, she stood like a queen surveying her battlefield, every trace of softness replaced with razor-sharp resolve. Her voice cut through the air, crisp and commanding.
"Put your guns away" she ordered her men, her tone leaving no room for argument. Even though the guns were now lowered, they weren't holstered. The guards still held them loosely in their hands, fingers close to the trigger, eyes sweeping the scene like hawks. A few of them continued to cast cautious glances at Rex, their wariness not yet fully dispelled. no room for argument. "Can't you see the situation?"
