"Shut your mouth, Georg!" [i]One of the accompanying scouts would yell, his cap flying off after he jolted with anger. He didn't dare to exactly get close, and was about to say more until the new commander approached.[/i] [i]Isabella was adorned in her thick black plating as she commandeered over the troops, a habit that she had committed to long ago. Skirmishes and battles broke out at any time, and there was nothing like being prepared.[/i] "So you captured a blue woman and sent her to me. Georg. Deactivate the sword and hand it over, would you? I wish to study it."