[color=9B111E][center][h1]Ruby[/h1][/center][/color]
The airy laughter at the absurdity of the man that was leading the group came to an end as she heard the not so subtle insult that was sent her and the other girls way. Glaring back at the shorter man with glowing red eyes, she held out her hand with her thumb between her fingers, giving him the old fig gesture and telling him exactly what she thought of him.

Though before things could escalate any further, her sensitive ears perked up at the vibrations of hundreds of loud thudding feet. Suddenly stuck in her spot, she turned back to the small hill in front of them, and her eyes went wide.

[color=9B111E][i]Oh gods, it's already starting.[/i][/color]

Her eyes quickly looked around them, but no obvious hiding place was seen. No alleyways to duck into, no shadows to hide in. So as the warcries reached her ears and as the sight of the barbarians started to appear over the ridge, Ruby did the only thing she could do. She stared at the oncoming danger and screamed. 

The shriek was so loud it passed by her so called allies in a blustering rush of air, causing many a person to clutch at their head, and then rushed up the grass fields until it finally reached the enemy. There as it reached the first line of charging men, it hit with a great collision of force. Men were thrown here and there like little ragged dolls, and with a sickening crunch, skulls collapsed inwards and blood spurted out of what was left of mouths and ears. 

The next line of barbarians fared better, with only some ending up under the weight of their old compatriots as all their ears rang and bled.

The now obviously fatal ghostly girl, though, did not seem proud or gloat at the deaths she had caused. Instead, she had taken to hiding behind the two larger women. It, after all, seemed like the best hiding spot at this moment in time.