The rabbit girl struggled to calm her breathing.
"Go."
Gertai uttered a single word, grabbed the broadsword with a blood groove and torch-shaped guard at his side, and snapped it into the scabbard at his waist.
Behind him, five Night Watcher Warriors similarly garbed stood up simultaneously. The leather armor rubbed softly, without a single unnecessary word, like a trained wolf pack summoned by the alpha, silently and swiftly assembling behind the Captain.
The atmosphere at the entrance of the meeting hall had already dropped to freezing point.
The old town chief and several elders silently resisted the pressure of the Wolf Knights, while a few young and impassioned Rabbit Race militia who dared to glare were focused on by the Wolf Race leader, a sturdy Wolf Knight with a grim claw-mark scar on his face, his gaze filled with malice and teasing.
