First contact

First contact — Hey! What would you do if it got to me ?! — Gabriel gestured his arms. — Oh, stay still. I knew it wasn't. — The hell you knew!

The moment Gabriel finished speaking and smelled a strange aroma, it was not fragrant, after all, it was difficult to have some kind of perfume or good soap. But considering the damp odor of that place, that smell stood out. When he blinked to the side: — Huh?

All he saw were the last strands of hair. Zoe. She didn't want to hear about the bullshit of her companions and went over the traps.

The traps were two side by side and one more standing behind, while the others came through the alley. Zoe put her sword aside, as if she were calling the enemy, and they didn't think before going up.