Arrow Lake your fight is over

The Saints have just arrived in their old territory. Everyone is exhausted, but the higher ups cannot rest just yet. They must make their rounds and make sure this territory is as vacant as they left it when they left. And if it isn’t, it’s their job to run anyone out who dares to linger in the Saints old domain. A place where the sand is as red as blood. A place that Kyn has hoped to come back to.

Now, the Grandmaster and his General move along the borders and at Kynareth’s will, moves towards arrow lake. He wants to take a quick glance of the surrounding territories as to make sure they don’t have any immediate, unknown neighbors. 

And it seems they do.

Kyn spots her first, body freezing up as his golden orbs with pupils as small as needles glare at the scarred, pale woman. Oh, such betrayal! Violent rage rushes through Kynareth and his scarred and jagged lips pull up in a grimace. 

“Derg.” He hums warningly, voice hardly above a whisper. “Look who the fuck it is.” At that point he finally takes his eyes off of her to slowly look towards his General. “You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?” He asks gruffly. “Let’s get her.” 

At that point, even if Derg agrees or not, Kyn would begin to stalk forward silently. Not moving too close until he has Derg on his flank in order to help.