[Arien]

Dristi ran head first into the first tribesman she met drawing her knives in both fists, he was quite large and easily twice her size. He was clad in brown, but his chest was bare, and he weilded a hefty sword that glimmered in the sun as her raised it. He grined, showing a few rotting teeth as he raised it to strike down on her insignificant from beneath him. While he took his time to hoist his sword Dristi quickly ran forwad plunging the knife in her right hand into his chest but now his sword was quickly falling toward her head leaving little time to escape. She span out to her right, knife still in his chest, his sword hit the ground followed by him when she had withdrawn the knife from his bloody chest. She smiled at the blood-spattered body for a few moments, she was doing what she loved.

She turned from the body, her pulse racing as another two came for her, both their swords held high. She kicked one in the chest winding him, the other met her knives before the stroke of his sword fell. She had driven the two knives into the sides of his chest, they passed through his ribs and puncturing his lungs immediately, he was breathless instantly, his death was inevitable as he fell to the floor. The other, who had stumbled back lost sight of her till he felt a knife at his throat. She drew it swiftly across, making a clean cut. He fell to the floor, but not before he slashed her bare leg with his sword. Blood poured from it, but it was no fatal wound. Before she left his body she spat on it, cursing him as a sharpe pain shot up her leg.

She now slaughtered a few more gaining only a small number of scrapes on her part. Her eyes darted around wildly for her next victim, the sun beat down heavy and tiny beads of sweat started to for on her fore head. She turned back around to see how the rest were doing. This was a definite mistake as she was greeted by the face of one of the Eyes warriors, Damodred.

“Dristi,” he shouted pointing behind her, she span round and looked up. A great horse now shielded to sun from her eyes. But it was no relief, it was and enemy. She had to act quickly, she fell to the floor so not to be seen by the rider and slid under the horse. It was risky, she could have easily been trampled by the animal but then Dristi wasn’t thinking clear. Whenever she fought she was blinded by the butchery, the killing and this caused to make irrational decisions. For a few seconds the horse was stll until the rider realised where she had disappeared to. The horse was now thrashing around, stamping on the floor.

Dristi rolled with its movements, and almost once having her skull crushed when she had anticipated the movements wrong. In one sudden burst she thrust her knives into the horses underbelly, dragging them along so to large slits were carved into it, blood fell over her as the beast now thrashed around even more, but she managed roll out from underneath it. Just. The horse keeled the side tossing its rider absent mindedly to the side. It flaied one the floor for a while, but then was still.

However a more interesting scene was unfolding. Damodred now had his sword pointed at the man on the floor, it was a certain kill so Dristi did not bother to intervene till she heard the cry of her name. Damodred now was on the floor with his sword through his heart. The main he had failed to slay was now coming towards her, his own sword at his side.

“Ah, Dristi is it?” he spat, “are you not one of the Order?” His eyes burned, his hand fingering the hilt of his sword.

“Yes…and will I be introduced to my opponent?”she replied slyly, as the two now circled each other slowly.

“Adhem, remember it, it will be the name of your killer!” he drew his sword and held it high, sunlight danced upon it.

“Oh really?” she answered.

“Yes!” he ran to her, his sword pointed at her torso. She had only one option, she too started to run, she then slid to the floor again and passed between his legs. She herself was quite surprised she was not skewered on the end of his sword but there was no time to wonder. He had already turned and she was on the floor. Again he ran towards her, she grasped on of her knives and threw it at him. It hit him square in the right eye, he fell to the floor discarding his sword. Dristi rose and grabbed it and drove it into his back. Dristi threw the sword away and kicked him over, she retrieved her knife which now had Adhem’s eye on the end of it. Dristi stared at it for a moment.

“I’ve never done that before!” she laughed plucking the eye and holding it in her hand, “interesting…” but there was no time to relish her new attack, a fresh assailant was heading her way. So she placed the eye in her water flask, to keep it fresh. She would tend to it later.

[ August 24, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ]