I 1685

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Biting into a ripe apple Belit wiped her mouth as she rubbed her forehead. The map in her other hand having droplets of wet spots as the sweat ran from her like rain from a storm cloud. Exhaling deeply she could smell the strained air, the entire desert was experiencing a heatwave. The camel she loaned had done its best to get her to the village of Kal-Elna but from there she went on foot. The locals weren't all that helpful considering the crude map she had to correct multiple times. Not that they weren't hospitable, on the contrary, but the limited knowledge and third-hand accounts left much to be desired for Belit to form a correct heading towards the Ruin.

Exhale "You would think they would have made a good map at least for the place they wanted to avoid."
Shaking her head she would take a large swing from her water flask and continue going across the dunes. She was walking for two hours now, her tanned skin wasn't getting red nor was it absorbing any more of the sun's rays and changing pigments. A chuckle came from her mouth as she thanked her mother's genes for her looks. Walking without looking she felt the coarse sand suddenly change beneath her feet, she could feel the hot touch of stone. Crouching down she started to dig with her hand and soon a piece of a vase greeted her. Broken and shattered it had the most rudimentary etchings and carvings across its surface, the painting that remained on the piece was a drawing of people bringing offerings towards the altar of a dog-faced man. The simple-dressed men and women were bowed and didn't look at him, while he remained seated in front of the altar on his throne made out of basalt rock slabs. Towering much taller than any surrounding piece of architecture she could discern from the painting on the vase.
Her fascination with the pieces of the vase and assembling it made her unaware of the three creeping shadows behind her, or well they would have been if not for the sun's rays casting their shadows over here. With a quick jump from the shattered pieces. She moved away from the shadows and stood up to meet her unwanted followers towards the ruin. Her lips set in a faint smile as she chuckled.

"Well if it isn't my favorite desert companions, thieving grave robbers and vagabonds."

Her voice was happy for the first bit of the said words, but choler swelled within the second part, a spiteful and offensive delivery made the men grunt. The smaller of them already had a knife out and was twirling it around his fingers from the pinkie towards the ring finger, onto the middle finger, and towards the thumb. The leader of this group seemed to be more reserved and gave a dominating glare towards the eager boy. The third man was more of a brute, his dagger if one could call it that was a bone of a huge beast, cracked and sharpened into a cleaving-like tool that was made to butcher meat. The voice of their leader snapped her back towards paying attention to them.

"Now miss, don't be so rude, are we not all children of the desert, we see you are also in search of the fabled ruins so why not join up with us."

The words were that of a trained orator, calming yet firm, but inlaid with poison, there was no light in his eyes and his mouth moved into a practiced grin, that made the man's beard and scarred face twist into something not natural. One could tell it was forced, his muscles weren't meant to stretch that far, nor were his eyes showing happiness or joy in the motion of his face. His was a face of a killer that had taken too many lives to be able to show sincere emotions, a life riddled with crime and depravity.

Putting a hand on her cheek she poked it a bit and let her breasts bounce up once on purpose, the distraction seeming worth it considering the younger man let his weapon almost drop as he stared at her. The faint smile stayed on her lips, but her eyes were focused now, she would deal with them quickly and end this as fast as possible.

With a push of her feet, she rushed towards the young man, the sudden action forcing him to step back as he started to fall. Her fist reaching him sooner though than his body could hit the sand. The connection of her palm with his solar plexus hit him with a force that made the air leave his lungs. Her following movement was one of a quick sweep with the stave from her back. Pushing the other two-man away from her before they could pounce on her and overwhelm her with a two-on-one matchup.

"Don't say we didn't try this the nice way missey! You could have died with a simple stroke of a knife once we reached the ruins, but you had to make things difficult!"

The leading figure bellowed, though the leader she had an ill-feeling that the more difficult to deal with would be the brute with the bone-carved sword. The leader feinted to attack first but the brute rushed in and started to brute force impact against Belit's glaive, each hit pushed her deeper into the ground as her hands shook, much less her upper body. Her teeth gritted as she saw the leader approaching with blades drawn to cut into her midsection. She had to act fast and quick, the moment the brute rose his weapon she pushed in against his arms, using her glaive to force his hands and arms up before kicking into the back of his knee. The hit-making the man wobble but much more importantly it got her out of harm's way. With a quick pull of her glaive, she would either force him to take wounds across his arms or to move away from her.

To her surprise, the man held the glaive tight against his pectoral even as the glaive's blade bit harshly into his triceps muscle and left an open gash. The air was instantly filled with a violent smell of iron and the dusky smell of the desert's sand. The leader didn't waste any time and they thought they had her, that would have been true for any other normal human fighter. Though she never claimed to be one from the start. Her heritage was a proud one bearing royal blood from both sides, one from the Great Wolf Lord of Reim that rose the city on just seven mountains and lead to its prosperity. His glory even now revered, and on the other side of her mother the ancient and almost forgotten by his true name, many cultures adopted him and his name changed so many times that he was known through all lands and languages. The raging blood of both her heritages spurred her wrath as her hair almost shone with a red ichor-like color. Her hands moved to intercept the blade of the leading man. The grip he had was only of more use to her own attack, pushing aside his blades and clutching the outside of his hands she squeezed hard. Hard enough to make him drop his weapons, and strong enough to leave light bruising as he stumbled back she quickly dodged, or so she thought. As a whisp of blood trickled down from her shoulder and strands of dark hair fluttered off in the wind. She stroked the bang from where the hair was cut and left out a silent tch sound. Dissatisfied in her failure to dodge completely.

"I had no need for a haircut, but seems you are asking for my attention, so have at you."

The brute was not for many words and his roar would be deafening if she wasn't a Fanalis that is. Stomping her feet into the sand she inhaled and let out a loud roar, that left the two men shaking and shocked in place. Her second movement was natural, almost innate as she lowered herself to the ground and dashed up kicking the huge brute-like man into his stomach then proceeding to slam her foot against the side of his neck and having the man drop down like a fly. His eyes suddenly going blank as she knocked him out in her two moves. Mid-air though she was an easy target as two knives came flying at her. The leader taking the slightest chance given to attempt a stealth kill.

She smiled, her glaive being dropped some time ago was in the perfect position to push herself off the heft and launch further into the air. In doing so she dodged the knives and the leading man was left baffled. Looking up trying to find her the sun blinded him, as a silent shadow fell down upon him slamming him into the back and onto the warm dusty sand of red.

Letting out a pent-up breath of air she spoke once more, though the three men were knocked out and wouldn't hear her.

"That's what you get for messing with me, honestly if you want to treat a lady right at least be a challenge, not a pushover."

Searching them made their chance meeting more clear, it seemed that the locals didn't either trust her fully or that someone had ulterior motives in it and paid the thieves to go explore the ruins in their place. The two pieces of cloth overlayed finally made a full path that even with her corrections was clear to read. Looking up at the sky she saw an oncoming storm and after placing the three men beside a rock and covering them with their riding clothes proceeded to take one of their Camels and rode forth to the location on the map that showed a ruin.


Weapon Brought:

Glaive of Horus:

Abilities Used:

Sweep:

Fanalis Roar:

Mana: 50/50
Stamina 160/170
WC: 1685