A woman in a military uniform was ambushed by bandits in the forest, but none of them anticipated what would happen a short while later.
An old man’s faint moans were the only sound to break the eerie calm that pervaded the woodland. He was surrounded by a few burly males with smug grins and hard cheeks. His face was coated in muck and his gray hair was unkempt; the bandits had flung him to the ground and were now kicking him with their boots and demanding money.
One with a scar over his cheek yelled, “Well, grandpa, where’s your stash?” We are aware that you possess some!
The old guy put his hands over his head in helplessness, but the strikes kept coming. They took pleasure in his helplessness as though it were amusement.
But all of a sudden, a piercing female voice said:
— Enough!
The voices caused everyone’s heads to turn at once. A woman dressed in a military outfit emerged from the fog. Her age was around thirty-five. tall, commanding, with a resolute look and a self-assured gait.
The robbers were surprised for a second, but then their faces lit up with raptors’ grins. They gazed lustfully at the woman.
One scowled and gave her a rapacious look. “Wow, what a beauty,” he said. — And why would a girl like that be in the wilderness by herself?
Another, panting, croaked, “Look at her legs.” Additionally, it smells wonderful.
A third was added: “If you’re alone here, it means there’s no guy around to protect you.” We are the best people to look after you.
— Do you want us to warm you up? You must be cold. We excel at assisting attractive, lonely girls.
As though they had a surprise victim in front of them, they laughed and looked at one another while exchanging repulsive remarks. However, the woman remained silent. She quietly knelt next to the elderly man and felt his pulse and respiration.
One of the bandits grabbed her arm and asked, “Are you deaf?”
She raised her gaze. Her eyes were not filled with fright or fear.
“Remove your dirty hands,” she forcefully commanded.
Actually? — The leader chuckled. — You dare still? It’s time, guys, to impart some etiquette to this stupid beauty!
Then, seeking to give her a hug, he suddenly drew the girl to him. However, something unexpected occurred at that same moment.
The woman pulled his arm and hit him in the face with her fist and knee. There was a snap, and the large man fell to the grass, clutching his blood-stained nose.
“What the…” exclaimed another, hurrying toward her.
However, she moved with the quickness and accuracy of a predator. Her body made a clever pivot, and the assailant lost his equilibrium and fell on the ground. The third dropped, groaning in agony, after another elbow strike and a jump.
The robbers fell, yelling and swearing, one by one. Cries of agony and fear took the place of their laughing.
The final one, shuddering, took a step back:
— Who are you, exactly?
After adjusting her uniform and straightening herself, the woman stated icily:
– Captain of Special Forces.
Quiet.
Her colleagues showed up at the site a few minutes later. After being restrained, the bandits were brought to the station. After being carefully hoisted, the elderly guy was loaded into the vehicle and brought to the hospital.
The elderly man held her hand and spoke before he left:
I’m grateful. I was saved by you.
The woman’s expression remained composed as she merely nodded. She saw it as an obligation rather than a heroic deed.
