Post by kory on Aug 22, 2011 0:36:44 GMT -5
The day was fair and light. The sun was a much appreciated sight and it peeked quite heavenly through the branches above. The wind was subtle as it blew the leaves, just enough and no leaves were falling on this day. Nor was there any moisture felt in the air. It was a fair day. The days had only began to go slowly by. The events that took place in Valaria was not quite a distant memory. Not that it ever was truly going to be forgotten. Kory would always remember it. As her hand played upon the soft ground at her feet. As she began to lift the ground up so that a small hole was made. Deep enough that the seed could not be taken and shallow enough that the seed may grow. Her hand then made for some seeds deep in her pocket. Letting them fall quietly from her palm and into the cave of its new home. Pushing the dirt over the seed, Kory patted the ground down. Hopefully no one would notice the unevenness about this spot. Soon a piece of Valaria would be seen. She was sure known would fall to their knees at its sight, but it was just a nice touch of home. Which now seemed all but gone, to Kory.
It was her world. Her home. Her family and her security. It was all gone. She was all that was strong of a warrior, but she could still feel some part of her was not the same. Maybe it was there beneath the rubble along with her parents and her people. Oh and her land. Where was X'Hal. She so wanted to believe that X'Hal was alive somewhere. For how could it bring down the goddess, Kory was sure she was still feeling the guidance of her goddess. A tear ran down Kory's cheek and fell upon the spot she had just laid the life of her beloved Valaria. Soon, moisture would fall in some days and the life will grow. Kory stood to her feet. The piercing sounds of screams and shouts of some kind came bolting to her ears.
Her attention had now been taken. It was probably ironic at the moment she had planted her past, her future came calling. She shimmied her way through the trees. Seeking where the sounds had come from. Someone or maybe more was in need. She leaped over fallen branches and tried to keep as quiet of steps as she could. So not to attract her attention just as she was arriving. A more subtle approach would be better. For everyone. Although her body was nearly bare. Her lower was covered by a leather skirt, that met just above her knees and abled her swift movements along the forest floor. Her feet bore calve length boots, that matched. Her bust was covered again by leather. Cut above her stomach area and sleeveless. Hugged her body in the way it was intended to show. Her arms bore leather straps either side along with fingerless leather gloves. Her hair was left out and moved like fire with her every step. Cascading down her back and shoulders like a much beautiful blaze of flames. Her eyes fall of green lasers looked for the target. She could make out some figures as she appeared around the tree as if it was a shield. Her hands quietly reached behind her and held her swords in her grasp. They held in her hands quite nicely. Well, balanced and well made. As she peered closer she could make out a group of men at attack. Maybe trying to rob or kill their victims. Kory couldn't be entirely sure, what she did know. Was they were of the worse kind and they needed to be stopped. For as long as this was deep in the forest, she doubted any sort of knight or guards were likely to enter. Not that she needed aid or wished another to do her work.
Her chest heaved of air. Feeling her muscles flex in preparation and her emotions help building the strength. The courage. She was trying to feel out her timing. When the right time was to strike. She was brave enough to just jump straight into it, but her brain said to be smart about this. There were possible 8 or more men. It did not matter the amount. They were all able to fall by her hand. These were just by looking at them, were lesser men. Barely warriors. Easily crushed. Bandits. So they had strength enough to have a naming. Not that it was much of a name as she heard the name shouted out. One of the so called bandits, had pushed a man in her direction towards the tree. As the bandit aimed to bring his weapon down upon the man. Kory found her moment. Her opening.
There was little time to think let alone question it. Her body was now between the two. From the look upon the bandit's face, he had not expected her. Her two swords held the bandits own weapon in its place just at her face. Her face did not read the more friendliest of her emotions. Her strength pushed with ease against the bandits weapon with her swords. She managed to push him back a couple of steps. As he came back at her in foolishness. Her right sword ran through his stomach and the blood ran down the handle upon Kory's hand. It was not a pleasant smell, but Kory hadn't expected any different. They were nothing but scum at the lower end. Taking what was never meant to be theirs. Her sword was kept dug into the bandit for some good seconds and then it slipped out. Her left hand helped his body to fall away from her as his body sank to the ground. Dead.
Her attention glazed over the other few bandits, but she turned to the man that was probably still behind her. Kory had to confess she hadn't taken much heed to the man until now.
"Are you alright? Seems, I came just in time."
She spoke as she made to glance at him. Kory was unable to take too much of him in as about 5 bandits made their way around her. This did not fear her, more drove her. Her lips made into a smirk and ran her blooded hand across her mouth, leaving a soft trail. Kory ran over certain details seeking a weakness, a starting point and ending point. There was no need of much planning. She wasn't much of a planner she just does it. The two swords twisted in her hands, playing on only a small portion of her skill. The swords were like an instrument to their champion, they sang to her muscles and played upon every step and action she made.
"You will rule the day that you ever stepped foot in Camelot. Well, come on then."
Her voice was deep and strong. Stretched out to the bandits that marched to her calling. They had halted and Kory only Begged they'd continue. They were really seeking a fight. Then so be it. It must have ran through their mind that she was just woman, but then as she had so easily cleaned her sword with one of their men, they were a little cautious now. Kory smiled. Perhaps, they were already beginning to feel their mistake. They barely budged at her words. So she approached them. Her movements building more big strong strides. To match her bravery. It was possible she could march to a sea of 1000 men and her core wouldn't shake. She took a strike at the first in her path. Her moves reacted to the approach of a bandit behind, her swords moved in zinc. Where one bandit would come from beside her sword would be met and thus as the bandits came one after another. So did her swords. Sounds of metal scrapping and bodies clashing, the sounds of a battle . Her swords twisted in her hands and ran into the guts of a bandit behind. Kory didn't need to look, for she heard the sound of his fall. Her blood soaked swords then continued the flow. Cutting here and there. She had barely been marked yet, but she wasn't sure she would be getting out of this completely unmarked. For hardly any protection, she had only her swords to defend herself. Her hair played around her like a trail of fire. Where ever her next strike was. Her strength and skill was behind every motion.
