"Who the hell are you?!"
Lita shouted, her hand instantly dropping to her weapon.
"Why are you raising your blade at us?!"
Gela stepped forward, a mocking sneer on her face.
"You must be completely out of your mind to pull a weapon on an S rank party. Do you have any idea who we are?"
Ed rubbed his eyes, letting out a tense laugh.
"Relax, maybe she's just completely drunk from the festival. Hey, lady! Go sleep it off somewhere else before you get yourself hurt."
Unlike the others, Zaun didn't speak. His eyes narrowed to slits as he slowly slipped his hand into his cloak, his fingers gripping the hilt of his dagger as he prepared to spring forward.
"Wait. Stand down,"
Erwin commanded suddenly, stepping in front of his team. His gaze was locked entirely on the hooded figure. The arrogant smirk he usually wore completely vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp dread.
"Calm down, all of you. I can sense something... something incredibly—"
