Haunted Wood Stop Asking me Questions, I hate to see you cry

a little girl was leading a band of mercenaries. he supposed that stranger things had happened.
thankfully, the aura had passed without progressing into an actual migraine. he was still paranoid, though, at every time one of those veins at his temple beat a little too hard. at every time his sinuses swelled at the change in the air.
this forest smelled of nothing good. like a rundown village you knew was some sort of gruesome mafia's epicentre. noted, he mutters through his teeth. what does he expect? a black-eyed child soldier cut from the same cloth as scylla? a frilly innocent kid that hasn't yet grown her wisdom teeth in?
she did put this guy's face through a meat grinder, he thinks. i wonder what'll happen to me.