Aran considered this and realized it was true; causing too much of a stir would do them more harm than good. She tossed the iron rod aside, blew on her hands, and said to the group sprawled on the ground, "I’m not in the mood to take lives today. Before I change my mind, take your things and get out of my sight. If I ever run into you again, it won't just be the teeth in your mouths that you’ll lose—I’ll make sure to leave your hands and feet behind right here."
"Thank you, Miss! Thank you for sparing our lives! We’re leaving right now!" Seeing their boss beaten into a motionless heap, the underlings begged for mercy. They dragged their leader away and scrambled into the woods with their weapons, terrified that if they displeased this woman, she would indeed make good on her threat to break their limbs.
"Well done, miss!"
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