Once the man was close enough, Lucia stepped to him. She then spun around to his back, using him like a shield. A mace then came barreling down, finding the captured man's head. The steel, flanged mace smashed the man's already injured face in, turning it completely broken and red. She then bashed the mace-wielding soldier with the body, sending him tumbling to the ground.
Lucia turned around, carrying the body with her. There was another soldier coming for her, clenching his blade with both of his hands as he charged up his swing. She then tossed the body at the sword-carrying soldier, who would be unable to catch it. The heavy soldier's body flopped on top of the man, sending him to stagger for just a moment.
The queen then turned to the previous soldier, who was coming at her full steam. She pulled her blade up, the strong edge meeting the weak edge of the soldier's blade. She then heard the footsteps from behind her, a soldier that attempted to rush her. She then hopped off to her right, the tip of the blade she battled slashed across the left side of her face.
It left a small cut, a very minor injury. Her quick and very sudden movement led the soldier from behind to lunge at his own comrade, his blade stabbing into his abdomen. A momentary distraction, feeling the dread of taking his own ally's life. He listened well to his painful screams as they just became a part of what echoed here today.
The soldier then turned to Lucia, who stood there waiting for him. Angrily, he raised his voice, dropping his sword. He then pulled out a spare one-handed sword in his disposal, his eyes bleeding with rage. He stampeded towards her, wanting to kill her so badly. She patiently awaited him, the desire of spare him rang in her head... But she so very much wanted to send him from this world.
The end
is only
the beginning...
15-Apr-2014 19:34:59
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Serene End