Golden and Black feathers clash 1

She stepped outside her room, where four soldiers waited, their shaky hands holding weapons. Unprepared to face someone of her caliber anytime soon.

They were far too weak even with their modern weapons. All they could achieve was slow her down for more than a few seconds. They were nearly useless but still had some uses left in their existence.

Ouro smiled as they raised their weapons tentatively, attempting to intimidate her. 'How cute, thinking toys will hurt an adult.' It was cute because of how pathetic their attempts were.

"You four stand no chance against me. Drop those weapons and follow me, or guide me. I want to know where the training facilities of this place are. I will whip all of you into fighting shape."

She raised her voice, adopting a commanding tone that left no room for argument. Her voice was rigid and inflexible, asserting her authority as a leader.