"Bubu, this is not funny! I need a way out!"
[Calculating escape routes…]
"No! Just give me wings or something!"
[That is not possible.]
"Then you're USELESS!"
The warriors were gaining on her.
Branches snapped behind her. Heavy footfalls shook the ground. She could hear them breathing, hear their weapons shifting in their grips—
Then—a blur of movement.
She skidded to a halt.
Surrounded.
Six warriors encircled her. Each one towering over her, their expressions unreadable, but their weapons? Not so much.
"Well…" Isabella swallowed, forcing a shaky smile. "I don't suppose we can talk this out?"
But then she noticed something.
Isabella's grip tightened around the small, trembling creature in her arms. They wanted it.
Their eyes weren't on her—they were locked onto the tiny thing in her grasp, hungry, expectant.
No.
Her stance shifted slightly, her body curling protectively around the animal. She hadn't fought this hard just to hand it over.
