She stood there in front of Him, sword in hand prepared to die.The man was shocked at the sight, this lowly peasant girl expected that she could face him. He let out a twisted laugh, he made a swift arm motion upwards then the laughter of hundreds of men joined in. This figure, you could hardly call him a "man" after the actions he just committed. he was tall with armor that had a horrific presence, it was pure black with what resembled to be a screaming face on the breast plate, wielding a long sword with markings engraved along the blade.
-Fight me! the girl screamed
She could feel splinters going into her feet, as she stood among the wreckage caused by these men, fires roaring, the sounds of children and women screaming, the buildings falling apart. She just stood there wielding a short sword in her had, in her charred and tattered night robe. Hardly looking over 18 the girl stood her ground.
-Show me your face! Let me see my opponent! The girl demanded.
The figure stood there, face hidden behind a black soulless helmet. Silence enveloped the area, only the sound of crackling fire and falling wreckage could be heard. The figure raised his hand, the girl watched was it rose to his helmet. Suddenly with a a swift arm movement the hand flung down striking the girl across the face, she was knocked to the side 5 feet.
The girl felt hopeless, dizzy, she could feel the world slowly fading away. she attempted to muster up the strength to get up and strike him, it was in vain. Her once joyful green/brown eyes now full of despair started tearing up. as the tears streamed down her face she felt the world she knew fading away, the feeling of this was foreign to her, but it felt pleasant in a way. She felt a sense of peace as her eye lids flickered for the last time, as she slipped into sleep.
