A short and stout soldier trots a step closer to you. Menacingly raising one leg straight up to, stomp it back down to complete a step. Her boots clop as they hit the floor. She straightens up her posture before drawing her weapon. A short spear about a meter long.

"Halt...! You shan't pass any further...!"

She barks out her words like a child. Her soft and subtle British accent doesn't match her demanding demeanour at all.