Despite the heat of the day, Amaya trembles to hear the words of the Scorpion. It feels as though every drop of sweat of her body has suddenly turned to ice, and her stomach is a stone inside her belly. She tried to process all she'd heard, but it was like a picture-puzzle with no picture. And most of the pieces were missing. And she was wearing a blindfold.
She experienced a flash of envy for the battle maidens. Hardened and well trained. It suddenly seemed to her that it must make some things distinctly easier when cutting them down was an option. No wonder the maiden's had so much courage.
She struggles to find her voice, to make it loud enough to be heard. "Amiss? You anticipate an attack?"