"HELP!!!"
A scream ripped through the air, echoing off the ancient trees as an unknown stranger burst from the treeline and stumbled into a small clearing. In a flash, two figures appeared before him—a man and a woman.
"Why are you screaming like a baby?" the woman demanded, her hands on her hips, her gaze as cold and sharp as winter ice.
"Princess! There... are..." the man gasped, struggling to catch his breath:
"There is a giant and Mercenaries out there." He stammered, pointing frantically back the way he came.
".....?!"
The princess and the man, exchanged a grave look. Arthur was a known coward, but he never lied or joked about anything that could endanger their lives. This was serious.
"Send word to the crew—"
BEEEEP!!!
The princess began, but was cut short by the alarm.
"....?!"
Her eyes snapped to the barrier behind Arthur, where nine golden-armored mercenaries were charging at full speed.
