Each step, digging deeper into the sand as the leather boots filled with sand yet again.

"How in Freya's name do these damn purple eyes live out here!" One of the younger of the men shouted out in disgust, he had loathed the entire journey here let alone spending another month or two in this desert to hunt down the purple eyes.

As he untied his shoe to get the sand out he noticed he was getting silent glares from the rest.

"W-what?" he stuttered out in surprise.

"You little goat, you know as well as we do the purple eyes are masters of ambushing do not give our position away for mere sand being in your boots!" the vice captain barked as he glared at the younger lad.

Then a sudden hand come up which stopped all the buffoonery.

"See captain what did I tell you, there is the village with the swarm still using it as their nest."

"So it is Josha so it is." The captain said as he held his chin in deep thought.

'Poor purple eye bastards, no one deserves a fate like this.' He thought as he let out a sigh before issuing a command.

"Don't just stand there wetting yourself over a mere swarm!"

"Krist take a group of men with you and scout the outer edges of the village there might be some survivors."

"Captain don't tell me where going to help them?"

"No you bloody idiot. We still need a head or two to say that we dealt with them."

Though fate can be whimsical, they had come here for money and would be leaving with it. Even if they had to resort to digging up a fresh corpse for their head.

As this same exact time, the group of Rekia, Kal, Ruka, Mae, Rik, Rufra, and Kou were beginning to pack up their camp and start heading towards the forest of the ancients. which is north east of the kingdom of Valros, though it's north of the Valros the ones in control of the forest is not Valros, but the Elves.

Just as they began to move towards the north east, Ruka suddenly stopped the group with a hushing motion.

"What is it?" Mae whispered as she was afraid to talk.

"Shut up, enemies." Ruka barked back, hiding his body near the sand.

In front of Ruka was a group of 15 men in plate mail armor, and one of them had a giant axe strapped to his back.

"Well, what do we have here?" Krist said as he noticed the raise in the ground.

"Seems like a fresh grave."

"Well what are you waiting for? dig it up." Krist said with an impatient tone.

After a few moments the contents of the grave came into view.

"Poor lass, wonder what did that to her."

"Stop wasting time and cut the head off so we can get out of this bloody desert."

As the conversation was happening another one was happening amongst Kal and Rekia.

"What are they doing?"

"That's Refrei's..." Rekia stuttered, alarming Kal to what was happening.

"There digging her up?!" Kal said with a hint of worry.

Suddenly a man drew a short sword made of black steel. It glistened in the skyfire's brilliant light. Before chopping down in a violent motion.

Soon the very same man who swung his blade, leaned down to grab something. It was none other than Refrei's head.

"Now that we have this we can leave this fucking desert!" The man holding the head said with a hint of excitement.

Suddenly the man with the great axe glanced at the sand hill where Kal and crew were currently hiding.

Grabbing his axe with one hand, he held his finger towards his lips and said, "Boys looks like we have some more 'survivors' we should go pay them a visit." A disgusting smile could be seen on Krist's face.

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"Ruka they've spotted us we need to go!" Rekia shouted in a low voice.

Soon the group had made a decent amount of distance from the hill, before realizing something.

"Kal I thought you had Kou with you!?" Ruka said as he began to glance at everyone around him before realizing no one had grabbed Kou.

"Forget him or we will all be dead once they catch up to us!" Rekia said as she didn't even stop for a split second.

As the group slowly approached the hill, they fanned out in order to trap what ever was lurking behind it.

But what came into their vision was quiet what they expected.

A small petite girl with purple eyes and charcoal colored hair.

"Oh what do we have here?" Krist said as he glanced at his most unfavorite prey.

"Vice-captain look theres other footprints leading away from here, they just left her here."

Pausing for a moment Krist put his great axe back into it's strap.

Walking up to the child he reached he acted like he was going to punch the girl, but even when he stopped one inch from the child's face nothing happened, no reaction at all.

"No wonder they left this one, it's damaged." Krist said in a sigh.

"But we can at least make a bit more coin if we sell her in the wildfire plains to some old noble."

"True." Krist chuckled in a loud bollerious tone that made the sand shake slightly.

"Josha, grab the kid."

"Ah fuck. Why do I have to carry this thing?" Josha said quite displeased that he would have to haul this brat back with him in this blistering heat.

"Shut up and do it or I will make you carry the head as well."

"Fuck my luck." Josha silently mumbled underneath his breath, before grabbing the kid.

"Hey someone help me strap this thing to my back so I can actually move." Josha said with a look of distress.

"God you're so helpless, you are lucky the reason we keep you around is for your scouting skills and not your problem solving skills." Krist said as he grabbed a leather belt from his own straps he used to carry his great axe with, although it would make his axe move a little bit more it wouldn't compromise it's usage.

Once finally done, Krist and co finally moved out staying to the outer edges of the village away from the swarms sense of smell.

"How much do you think this brat will sell for?" Josha asked in curiosity.

"I don't know that would be up to the captain if he wants to sell it or just kill it." Krist said with a dejected look, although he was vice-captain the captain was still way above him in strength.

It was one of the main reasons he joined the Red Gorge Mercenaries, when the captain went all out was simply incredible, it would send shivers down your spine.

As if to be interrupted by his daydream, the image of the captain could be seen off in the distance.

A voice called out, "Krist I let you go off and you come back with a head, and a child strapped to Josha's back." The golden engravings on his sword seemed to shine in the sun.

"Captain, we thought we could sell this one to some old noble in the wildfire plains for a little extra coin, and look we already have a head."

Nodding as if in agreement with Krist's line of thought he let out a smile.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

"Time to leave this damn desert!"