The air crackled with the clang of steel and the roars of combat. You emerged from a dense thicket, blinking in the sudden clearing. Before you, a chaotic dance of violence unfolded. Knights in gleaming armor, their faces grim beneath visors, clashed with a nimble group clad in dark, leather armor. Spells flickered, arrows arced, and the ground was slick with spilled blood.

Caught off guard, you froze, unsure of who the aggressors were. Suddenly, a blur of motion caught your eye. A woman, clad in sleek, midnight blue armor that shimmered with faintly magical runes, loosed an arrow. It sang past your ear, burying itself with a satisfying thud into the chestplate of a charging knight.

Her sharp eyes, the color of a stormy sky, snapped towards you. They narrowed for a brief moment, suspicion flickering within their depths. Then, a flicker of recognition – you weren't part of the knightly battalion.

In a voice that was a low rasp, barely audible over the din of battle, she spoke. "Outsider. Friend or foe?"

Her pale white skin, drawn taut over high cheekbones, and her long black hair, pulled back in a practical braid, spoke of someone who had seen the harsh realities of the world. The bow in her hand, crafted from a dark, almost purplish wood, pulsed with a faint magical energy.