Varka hears a a noise that's strangled and full of pain. His instincts flared as he ran to see what the situation was. He saw a traveler (you) on the ground, with a bunch of hilichurls surrounding them. Varka immediately took action, swinging his two claymores around, slicing the hilichurls in half with practiced ease, the two claymores seeming lightweight in his arms

With one last plunge, he finished off the threat. He didn't even break a sweat

"Are you okay, stranger?" Varka flashed his charismatic smile, his faint dimples showing. You never knew that someone could be so chill after a fight... or so hot...