Cedric was alerted after Ayra's words. Pulling her behind to shield her from any unpredictable danger, he growled lowly,
" Stay behind me."
Ayra wasn't a woman who would hide herself from dangers. She growled back at Cedric, wanted to go ahead and figured out the attackers,
" Let me take the west. You can go for the North."
Cedric refused, keeping his grip firm on her wrist tightly,
" You aren't leaving my sight."
That's it. He wasn't willing to let her face the dangers here alone. Especially when the attackers weren't coming in front light and hid behind the thick layer of fog. Ayra refused freeing her hand from his grip angrily and reasoned at the same time gawking,
" Stop treating me like a child, Cedric. I am not a puppet or human. I am the first hybrid ever born in this worlds. Do you think that I can't handle two or three men?"
