In Fate's Hands (Sinbad of the seven seas)

Chapter Fourteen Avalon

Avalon looked at herself in the reflection of the water, before splashing her face with the cool spring water and taking a sip from it. Avalon kept her mind on how the water always gathered back together as streams of water fell down her face. Avalon knew the sound of the forest like the back of her hand. When she heard footsteps along the soft dirt across the lake she pulled her hood up and watched a couple, a man in red and a woman in green come up to the lake.
Avalon's mind went over the different possible scenarios as to why they were there.

The Islanders know not to visit this part of the forest. By the way they dressed they were outsiders to her. She watched them for a moment. Too involved in flirting with each other to notice there was another person watching and notching an arrow pointing towards them. Avalon almost let out an audible sigh as she assessed that the couple were just travelers looking for a romantic private place to have sex. She just did not want them having sex in her drinking water. She aimed the arrow at the feet of the man in red who was looking back as the woman in green refilled a water bag. Right as she was going to release the arrow she heard the slightest footstep on the grass behind her. She pivoted to aim the arrow at the person behind her, but he took no chances. He swung his sword, cutting the string of the bow, lashing her hand, and leaving a trail of blood. The two across the lake now watched in shock. Both of them unsheathed their weapons.

"GO! I'VE GOT THIS!."What scared her the most is that this was a royal soldier she was fighting. There's only a few people living in this world that knows about the mirror and knows about her existence. If one of those people managed to convince a king to unleash the devastating power in the mirror, the whole world would be at the creature's mercy. Avalon shook off the fear and smirked as she swung again this time hitting the back of his knees. He fell to them just as quickly. She can't afford to lose this fight.

"If you could-" Avalon attempted to kick his stomach to buy more time to sprint after his accomplices but he caught her bare foot, the moment she felt him bring her foot up was the moment she jumped away to avoid falling on the ground.

She brought up her broken bow, using it as a staff to fight off his sword. She swapped from greek, to spartan, to french, and other sword techniques to keep the blue soldier on his toes. To be fair, technique does only so much in a real fight. The goal: stay alive by any means possible. He was struggling. She saw she had a small window to bring one harsh and heavy blow. Her arms shook as their weapons collided, his sword was now stuck in her bow. She took the opportunity to disarm him, discarding his sword to the ground with one flick of her broken bow.

The soldier looked at her in desperation before blinding her by throwing dirt in her face. Her eyes and face stung from the scratches of the debris. Avalon recoiled two steps. This is why she hates soldiers, they always play dirty in the name of honor. Avalon knew the sounds of the forest, and she knew footsteps when she heard them. She swung her weapon to her left and hit a mass of flesh as her opponent groaned in pain and recoiled to her right. She swung her bow lower, hitting what felt like a shin. Avalon heard him jump and felt his arms grappling her arms to her side like a python on his meal. He was strong, too strong for Avalon to try to escape his grasp by brute force. Her broken bow landed on the ground with a final soft thud.

"We don't have to be enemies," The soldier spoke solumely as she struggled against his grasp. "I I could just have a moment of your time-"

"Nothing you can say or do will ever convince me to follow him again." She threw herself forward, managing to get out of one of his arms. He caught her waist before she could run blindly away.

"Wait-what?" Her hood was removed and the soldier turned her around for her to face him. She didn't see the point in that as she couldn't even open her eyes without an immense amount of pain. "Follow who?" The smell of sulfur filled her nostrils and they were blasted into the pond by a slap of wind. Cold water pinched and picked her skin, she took the opportunity to wash her face and rinse the dirt out of her eyes before bursting out above the surface.
Confusion crossed his eyes as he processed what just happened. Fear clawed at her heart as she got up to her feet, her cloak now heavy with water, cutting off her air supply. She unlatched the button, taking a full deep breath.