The dusty smell lingers on the dry air. The hot wind that blows offers no relief in a sandy land far off from the city gates. The seemingly ball of fire that stares down on everyone, gives off a burning sensation to those who receive its gaze. Yet on the lonely place with almost no plant and animals, a small encampment can be found. Men who thought they own the place feasts on ill gotten goods, laughing merrily as if mad. Their clothes are ragged and their smells are foul.
The laughter stopped when the sound of sand gritting with someone’s boots can be heard. The laughter did stop but it does not mean the fun also did. On the contrary, the wild men even became more excited thinking a living coin purse is intentionally walking towards them. A figure can be seen from afar, growing larger and larger as it comes closer and closer.
A boyish looking woman appeared wearing a steel breastplate, all alone. Her hair is cut short which might make her look like a guy at first glance but her body is proof of not being one. She is carrying a simple spear, one that can be found anywhere. She continued to walk straight towards the encampment of bandits.
The men all stopped what they were doing, stood up and grabbed their weapons. A grin can be found on the faces of these scoundrels while silently cackling. When the woman is close enough, the wild men then formed a circle to surround her. There were eight of them to be exact yet it did not look like it was enough to faze the female wanderer.
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[https://imgur.com/a/fcVPI][https://imgur.com/a/fcVPI]“Hey there missy! Mind if you give us your belongings? We will be reaaaaally grateful you know!” Said the guy behind the girl in a creepy tone.
“And you knooooooow what’s gonna happen to you if don’t, riiiiiiiight?” The twin brother of the other one asked.
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“You talk big but you guys are just a bunch of weaklings relying on the presence of other weaklings.” The woman taunted.
The bandits broke out into laughter. What a confident bitch she was, they think. As the others are still laughing, one of the men lunged towards the woman with the intent to stab her with his rusty knife. But before the knife touched the girls’ body, the throat of the attacker was slit by the spear of the girl. Blood gushed out of his throat, his eyes reddened and widened at the same time. He tried to scream while seemingly stopping the blood from leaking out of his throat, but he could not. He struggles and struggles until he fell down and can no longer move.
“Okay, next!” The girl called out
“Damn you bitch!” The men cursed.
The twins, with their knives drawn dashed towards the girl at the same time. They slashed left and right in a harmonious manner but the woman was able to dodge them effortlessly. When the woman got bored, she used the pole of the spear to hit both of their hands to unarm them. She then slashed the chest of one of the twins then stabbed the heart of the other one. The twins died and fell down without being able to react due to shock.
“Three down! Is that all you got?” She yelled.
Fear can be seen on the eyes of the bandits. Their hands are shaking yet their anger for their fallen companions got to their head. The five men who were left circled around the woman, moving clockwise to prepare for their next attack. Suddenly, they all jumped towards the woman at the same time. The woman did a circular sweep using her weapon. Blood spurted out like fountains out of the four decapitated bodies.
Only one was able to block the attack but was blown away just to land with his butt due to the shear strength of the attack he received. Not even knowing that he is the only one left alive, the merciless woman threw her spear towards the last man. The spear landed between the man’s eyes. His eyes circled rapidly tens of times before it stopped. His mouth widely opened, drinking the blood that drips from his forehead. The beast in a body of a woman then retrieved her spear and gave it a swing to remove the blood from its blade.
“What a bore.” The woman uttered as she walked away from the blood bath she created.