A dream:

You stand in some kind of dark stonework tunnel, there is light coming from up ahead beyond a gate a large metal gate. Its hot and humid here, the air sticks to your skin, there are people all around you, in different kinds of armor with different weapons. They are human well most of them are. Some are not, orc maybe hard to tell in this light. You are all so tightly packed together standing nearly shoulder to shoulder with the others here. You hear shouting from others next to you in different languages. A human man walks up to you from the side and puts a helmet on your head, sliding it down and tightening the straps securing it, he knocks on the side to make sure it is tight before moving off out of sight. Your vision now narrowed to the small slits in the helm. You can still see the light streaming in and you look down and seemingly check the weapons at your sides, a small buckler on one hand and a short sword on the same hip, some amount of chest and leg armor as well but not so much that it would interfere too much with your movement. The shouts from some of the others in front start to get louder and louder. The metal grid of the gate starts to rise and you can see a set of chains being used to hoist it. Everyone begins to rush out of the stonework hallway and into the open. The stone ground giving way to a golden sand, it is soft under your feet and you can feel the sun reflecting off of it and it makes it seem that much more unbearably hot that it was in the shade of the hall. Your eyes take a few seconds and the sharp sting of the light fades, You are in a large circular space, there is a wall about two men tall around the perimeter and beyond that there appears to be some kind of seating up beyond that, filled with spectators. You can see many humans up there watching you but in the lower sections of seating you can see many monstrosities of nature staring down at you. They seem to jeer and shout in whatever strange tongue they would call language.

You look ahead and beyond the mass of figures that is moving along side you into the openness of space, over their heads you can see something else, there is another figure, large, almost human looking if it wasn't for its size. It turns in your direction, your eyes widen as more of it comes into view, The face of a woman with hints of something else, following down the next three pair of arms branch out, six arms in all each wielding a sword swinging them through the air dancing them in and out and amongst one another. The rest of the torso appears human enough and most certainly female in appearance, her hips too begin to dance back and forth covered by some cloth finery, her body seems to rise slightly like she was being lifted up, until you see that peeking out where you would expect to find a set of legs you instead see a scaled body, a single mass as on a serpent. She is using the length of her lower half to lift herself up slightly and now towers several heads taller than anyone else standing on the sand. This woman, this thing spins around sharply, sliding gracefully on the sand, facing the crowd on several sides displaying the weapons she fans out to each of her sides. She shouts several short utterances to them and the crowd erupts into cheers. You very quickly learn what it was that she said as she quickly speeds toward your now loose cluster of a group. Most have prepared themselves and are braced and ready for her approach. One man in the very front is even from this distance visibly shaking and she slithers right up to him and after a wild swing from him that she easily avoids she pieces him through with several of her own weapons. The man gurgles a few words before she withdraws the weapons and he falls lifeless to the sand. In this same moment two others take a step in her direction and one attempts a strike with a spear while another slashes with his sword. The arms not already occupied with the beheading of the one already fallen slide into action and knock the blades away from the creature in one instance it barely misses her. She seems undaunted by the flurry of blows from her opponents and proceeds to keep the swordsman at bay while two blades cross to bind the spearman's point and two more blades slash deeply across his chest. He falls releasing his weapons and clasping at his chest. Now freed of their duties the binding blades shift back in the direction of the swordsman, he tries a few more skillful swings and she pushes them away one at a time until he makes a slip and he suddenly finds himself without hands with which to wield the sword, a slick wet thunk the only indication that he had failed. After the shock had faded several other men charged her at once. It did not seem to matter the number of them that attacked she simply dodged out of the way or parried their attacks. It was only when several of them attacked at the exact same moment overwhelming her that they were able to draw blood. It wasn't much but it angered her none the less. She is wading her way through them towards the rest of the group. Men are falling left and right. She is close now, trying to be somewhat organized you attempt to block as she attacks and when a fellow to your left swings a mace and one to your right swings his axe you try to have your blade find some bit of flesh, You can't see where the tip is in this dammed helmet, its not fitted and your vision isn't good out of it. You hear a wet kind of sickening scraping noise, you can't withdraw your sword. You must have gotten a clean hit. Tilting your head back heard you see your swordtip hanging in the air. Then what was that sound, you look around and from above to your left side and right you can see her blades pointing down toward you. You try to speak but a cough comes out that spatters the inside of the helm.

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You wake.