Xilon pinned the human woman against a boulder, his teeth bared. Still couldn't decipher whose blood was on her, but he knew without a doubt that it was Renjerian. So she had lied. He couldn't trust anything she had said and she was probably a sorceress trying to trick him. The only reason he didn't burn her to cinders was because of her bravery.
Most human women he'd encountered would have screamed or fainted by now. This one lifted her chin, raised her sword toward him as though she would cut him if he tried anything.
He recognized a warrior's stance in her posture. And her sword, Renjerian didn't have tiny weapons like that. How had she come here and did she truly kill all these Tryns with that puny blade? She could've used magic to blast the enemy, but there would be more damage instead of slash marks and wounds that correlated to a sword. Unless this was an elaborate trick. One that caused her magic to slash like a blade would.