An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

First Blood

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The tip of her blade cleaved the head and shoulders of the closest man clean off. Sending the mans upper half spiraling out of control into the air while the rest of his body stumbled forward, still clinging to the weapons he had bore to face her. Walking just past her for a moment before what was left of the mans body burst up in eldritch light as bluish flames fanned out from the edges where the blade had made contact with her foe.

Scarring the soul before melting the body that started to fall apart in seconds. His blood now nothing but a puff of red smoke that weakly trailed upwards into the air.

A horrifying scene to be honest, yet one she did not pay it any heed. Her face a stoic mask that did not betray whatever thoughts lay underneath her icy cold eyes as she kept on moving forward.

She swung her blade to the left, yet her feet dashed to the right. Making the arch of her flaming sword push to the side the closest bandits blade away from his chest, before the edge of her blade bit mercilessly into it. Punching through his flesh and bone like nothing before with a simple twist of her wrist redirected her entire swing, sending her blade in the opposite direction in less than a second.

Right through the double edged axe of another bandit.

She heard the weapons edge crack and shudder before even the first chinks formed all over it like a spiders web. Then it exploded, violently a moment after. Shards of steel flying in every direction by the sheer force of the colliding strikes as a result. And yet she dodged them all with contemptuous ease with nothing but a sidestep.

Tumbling in a way that looked sloppy, but could not have been more precise...! Something that could not be said for the man standing before her, time slowing down for a moment as she regarded the way his eyes morphed into a horrified, stupefied expression at the impossible prospect of having his weapon shatter like glass..

His face and throat way too exposed for his liking to the flying shards that now dug into his flesh like hungry termites. With one of them, much to his dismay punching through his left eye socket and reaching as far as to scratch his brain.

She ended his suffering with a single swing of her blade, decapitating the man in an instant in one swell swoop.

Before the head fell to the ground four more men had died. Her body nothing but a blur to their senses, the lightning of death they could not see, but could try trail the devastation she brought by the lingering blue/purplish glow of her blade as magic continued to sparkle through the entire length.

Tethering the air in the scent of burnt silver and out-world magic and turning her path more akin to a comet sailing through the dark, starry skies.

Only that this kind was not one they could witness for too long...

Her blood ran hot, like molten magma pulsing through her veins. Igniting her bones and muscles into action.., magic pulsating through each and every inch of her body like as if she had turned into a living, breathing, walking heart.

And yet she strangely found no discomfort...

Each time her blade sunk onto their bodies and robbed the light from their eyes, she felt....better? Stronger? It was hard to say..., but it was not like she had the time and skills to focus on such banal matter when her life was on the line. Or in this case, the lives of others...

She parried a blade to the side, pushing a man away from her once he stumbled on the dismembered torso of one of his friends. Stretching her free hand forward a moment later to grab the wrist of another that had tried to sneak on her, The pair of old, yet razor sharp knives held between his knuckle's hanging dangerously close from her face.