"Shoo! Get away from us!" one of them waved me off like I was the problem here.
"Just because you're beautiful doesn't mean you get to ridicule us!"
I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
Because somehow, I had just bullied eight highly dangerous, heavily armed lunatics and ended up being the villain in their emotional support group.
I scratched my head, still trying to process how things had spiraled this far, and instinctively glanced back for backup.
Support, guidance, divine intervention, anything.
What I got instead was Agatha standing a safe distance away, giving me a very enthusiastic thumbs up like I had just delivered a stellar performance on stage.
And beside her was Gawain, bent over, gasping for air like he had just outrun death itself, which, to be fair, he had.
He caught my eye and immediately started mouthing exaggerated words, his face lighting up with admiration I absolutely did not deserve.
'You really are a villainess, My Lady!
Go! Go! Go!
