Due to the information that she got from the people that she have 'helped' she reached the town called Bhenratre. According to her conjectures based on the patched up stories of the knights this city is 3-4 days of horse travel away from the Forest of Larob where she came from.
There was no need to walk or to call her mount to get there. Chloe would now like to try to fly to the skies and see how far and how long she can stay in the sky. There wasn't a fatigue system on the game and one could fly as long as the area allows it.
Not taking off her cloak, she spread then spreads her wings, her big, golden wings that will likely bring awe and wonder to whoever stare upon it and took off.
With just a flap of her six wings, she became airborne.
This is why humans always look up to the sky and dreamed of conquering it. This is what motivated the Wright Brothers to engineer a flying machine. This... ahh... I feel so free! She thought as she flew to the skies at the elevation where those on the ground can't see her, flying way above the birds, though Chloe was still flying at the trophosphere and she can tell that she was flying at an altitude that was a bit higher than commercial airplanes. She did wonder how the hell is she not grasping for air and falling unconscious but she remembers that she isn't even human anymore so she just attributed it to one of the perks of being an angel. After all, an angel do belong in the skies above.
Form atop the clouds, she can see the lay of the lands. The air that is free of man made pollution, large and thriving forest, expansive plains and the majority of roads are only dirt roads suggest that these lands are still undeveloped and she drew a conjecture that this is world may be in an era simlar to the middle ages. Of course she may be wrong and that this place may have an isolationist policies and that's why development have not reached this lands.
Then as she was flying at break neck speeds, experimenting on flying techniques and generally doing stupid stuffs on air she noticed a speck on the ground. Desending a good distance while still being hard to see due to the light of the sun and the cover of the clouds, she silently observes the 'specks'. Said specks were humans on horseback chasing a rather large carriage. The carriage seems to realize that it can't escape the said humans on horseback. The horseback guys are all clothed in brown and dirty rags that covered their entire body with only their eyes being exposed. They're probably the baddies here if one looks at it from a distance without context, Chloe thought. The baddies are facing off an armed guards of the carriage. Five of them are wearing what seems to be a leather armor and only one are wearing a heavy metal armor. 2 of them are armed with a bow and arrow, 3 are armed with swords and a buckler shield and the metal armor guy is wielding a large swords. The metal armor guy looks like he's having a rough time but Chloe could not really blame him for they were being surrounded by 40 bandits.
The battle started with a large shout from the metal armor guy, they put up a brave front in order to defend whoever it is that they are guarding- not. For the moment they saw the disadvantageous situation, the metal guy shouted for retreat, pushed the guy that was driving the carriage on the road, destroyed the parts of the carriage that is holding the carriage and ran off with the horses of his supposed employer along with his merry men who are already riding their own horses. Even though the band of the metal guy have their own horses, he probably stole the horse on the carriage to sacrifice the owner and the contents of the carriage itself.
The baddies didn't give chase to the merry band of the metal guy, riding towards the horizon like the M*rlboro cowboys. Instead they redirected their attention to the carriage and the man that has fallen over. Chloe can't see the face of the man but she can tell that he was desparately begging for his life butthe baddies beinnnnng the baddies, stab his sword on the throat of the man.
They then took out something from the carriage that piqued the interest of Chloe. With the clear thought of the benefits and the things that she will gain, she descended like a meteorite. I guess I'll play the hero part.
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As he put an end to the slaver's life by his rusty sword, the man proceeded to loot the belongings of the now dead merchant as he look at him with scorn. He doesn't know if it is just him but he despises scum like slave traders. Though he says this, he admits in his heart that by the end of the day, he and the slave trader is the same, for he walks the thorny path of a raider.
As he grabbed the bag full of coins, he noticed that the other raiders are making a fuss at the cage. Fueled by curiosity he takes a look and what hesaw there are two girls roughly the age of 14 or 15 and a man that seems to be in his 45. They don't probably care about the elderly, what they are ogling are the two pair of beauties. Even though they are still just little girls in his mind, his colleagues, who are deprived of woman, are practically drooling. Unless they launch a raid on a village somewhere, they will never have a taste of a woman's body.
"Hey, we worked so hard so it's okay right?" said the man, wearing the most perverted face on this land.
"Sure but be prepared to face the boss." I said nonchalantly.
All faces turned pale upon mentioning the boss. Who could blame them? Knowing that most of the would like to die before angering ther boss because a fate worse than death awaits them.
But then she appeared, wearing an outfit that accentuates her legs and ass and a pure white t-shirt that one could that it was high quality.
"Hello." she waived at us with an angelic smile. No one of us can react to the beauty that suddenly appeared.
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She has a noble and unique appearance. A face that gives a gentle yet strong willed. Hair that is long, silky and as dark as a moonless sky. A sexy body with the right proportions and a skin so pure and white that even he wants to touch her.
"Bye." she said that with a smile but I saw it, even for just a moment, I saw it. A smile devoid of any emotion. She's looking at us like we're just trash.
Before they can even comprehend what she meant by those words, she produced a metal hammer the size of a regular club and a round metal shield that just barely covers her torso.
It looks like a weapon for a beginner, one could even argue that some of the beginner's weapons are better looking than her weapon.
But then it begun, the six guys who are right infront of her, the ones who charged at her without a second thought got turned into minced meat by a sideward swing. Their lower halves got separated to their upper halves by the sheer strength of the swing.
Normally he would be screaming how a sideward swing easily took down 6 of his men. He jumped away from her in order to command his colleagues better but he was being followed by a lightning strike.
"H-how in the world! She used magic!" he screams as his body was hit by the lightning to alert his fellow raiders and fell face flat due to being paralyzed.
Magic is a talent that only a few people had and naturally the raiders doesn't have a single person who can use magic. For if one of them can use it, they wouldn't be a raider in the first place.
They tried to gang up on her and surroound not only to show a force of intimidation but to find an opening for all ofthe raiders knew here that magic users are are weak when it comes to physical combat. But what is egging on the mind of the man lying face down is how can a magic caster beat 6 men simultaneously using physical brutality?
The men trying to stab and slash her back only hit what can be called a magic barrier followed by them gettiing injured from where they are suppose to hit her, like their arm or their back. Those who charged at her from the front in order to distract her and make openings to attack her are mercilessly knocked down by the force of her hammer or are being burned by the electrical currents pulsing in her hammer.
They couldn't believe it, those slender arms should have enough strength to pummel the raiders so hard that it was hard to recognize that they have been once a human, now they are nothing more than chuncks of pummeled flesh. The raiders however, didn't turn tail and run for the prize they see are the weapon that the woman is holding and the woman herself. Greed and lust powered the raiders to overcome her with numbers. After all she is just one woman with no one to back her up, she will surely be tired and eventually ran out of Magan, the power needed by magic users to cast their miracles.
This, however, did not come true for not once did her strength wane in swinging the crude hammer, not once did they even put a scratch on her beautiful skin and not once did the lightning stop from killing the raiders one by one.
The man realizing that the effects of paralysis have weakened, slowly raised his head and fear crept over his face. He knew that even individually they are strong but to think this woman has the vitality and power to overrun the 40 men strong raiders.
He did ask himself, why didn't they just run for their lives while the other could run and ask for back up from the boss. Surely the boss would want this woman for himself and the weapon bthat she is holdidng can bag us a ton of gold. Are they still blinded by greed and lust? As he is wondering that, one of the men screams and tried to run away but he was quickly struck by a lightning that cam from the sky. He looked at the direction of the woman only to see her pointing her metal weapon to where the lightning struck the man then pointed it again at the other man who is desperately running away. With the flash of the lightning struck, he can see a faint smile on the beautiful face of the woman. She then look at his direction and their eyes met, she flashed a grin and bludgeoned another man stuck withfear and piss on his pant to death with just the look of indifference on her face.
The man however realized something fron her grin, her mischievous grin. She can beat them all with one strike if she wanted.... unless-
"She is.... toying with us..." the man said as he gulped her own saliva.
The 40 man strong raiders group that he was in is now just a handful of people. 2 are in a desperately making a fighting stance with shaking knees holding them up, the five that have ran away have met their deaths by the lightning from above and the three stooges are desperately begging for their lives to be spared in exchange for their service. She however, granted all of them the sweet embrace of death with a look that she was just killing off the bugs in her house.
Maybe she didn't know that I am still alive? I-I can make it out of this alive! He shouted loudly to calm his beating heart.
But the steps of the black pair of high heels draws ever closer to his location. She... maybe she's heading for the carriage. Right she's heading for the carriage. He desperately tried to calm his mind, one silent breath at a time.
Suddenly , the footsteps stopped, right in front of him. He takes a peek only for a hand to touch him and turn him over. She then sat over his stomach kind of like those famous sex position.
He opened his eyes wide to see that the beauty is eyeing her like a predator finally catching its prey. In truth it was sexy, in truth it was bewitching but the emotion that surfaced the most was not lust, but fear. He saw in her dark eyes cruelty beyond compare. The cruel nobles eyes' are angelic compared to hers.
She placed her weapon in his chest, he felt the cold and wet blood of his companions even though he was wearing a ragged leather armor. Almost as if it's his companions souls, begging for help.
"I always believe that I'm a good judge of person, won't you help me prove it?" she grinned at her, like a devil. He tried to reached for the dagger in his hips not to wound her but to kill himself. Because his instinct screams at him that she will do something much more brutal compared to the punishments of the boss.
The beauty saw that he was reaching for his weapon but she didn't stop him, on the contrary she motioned for him to do it with a smirk and a nod.
He felt that this was the fastest he has ever used his hands. He slashed his own neck and awaited the sweet embrace of death and then passed out. The last he heard was the sweet giggle of the beauty.
But the darkness that was embracing him didn't last long as he was forced back into the light by something.
And what he saw was the same. The beauty sitting on his stomach and a hammer in his chest.
He definitely killed himself, he was sure of it but-
She grabbed his hair and yanked it up then whispered in his ears.
"You cannot escape me. You and all these idiots cannot escape from me. Even from death!"
"Ahhh-AHHHHHH!!"
He screamed but his sreams of anguish and fear are cut short by the strong electrical current in his chest.
As he was being electrocuted, he then asked himself what went wrong? It was suppose to be just another raid. Why did it turn out like this? But he couldn't come up with any answer, perhaps the gods have punished them for their crimes? He didn't know the answer nor could he care anymore. He gave up resisting and went to sleep again, hoping that this time the monster in the shape of a human won't wake him up again.