Amari sprinted up the stairs following silently behind the invaders shadowing their footsteps.
Hearing the screams as the men ransacked the rooms and terrorized the females, Amari contemplated what to do as she came upon 3 warriors infilrtaing a particular room. Amari hid in the shadows of the torched lit halls and debated whether she should intervene.
Deciding that no mater if she felt ill will for these brutal unfriendly people she could not allow them to be harmed. Especially at the hand so these viscous men
Amari charged at the man holding a fierce looking long sword as he snatched a woman out of her room. His friends heckled and cheered him on as the woman struggled and rebelled against him
With a shrill enraged bellow Amari jumped onto the offending males back and bit into his neck deep drawing blood
The man released the woman yelping in pain as he attempted to dislodge the crazed woman
Amari dug her nails that had long gone untrimmed into the opposite side of his neck and dug as if she were foraging for gold
The man twitched and gurgled as his comrades recovered from their shock, they moved to assist but it was too late, the man sputtered and choked to death as he crashed to the ground lifeless
Amari stood staring savagely at the mans cronies in challenge. Her face covered in the offenders blood her hands and face dripping with it. They had never witnessed such a female. They decided she was a deity come to reap vengeance on their wrongful deeds.
Afraid the men stepped backwards, worriedly. Then abruptly they turned and fled
Amari ran to the woman's side only to realize it was the Fazuk's betrothed, Ula. were they here for her?
"Are you alright?" Amari asked distraughtly
"Thank you!" Ula said breathing through her panic
Just then two more warriors happened upon them, they glanced at the dead man with widened eyes and sneered as they approached.
Ula whimpered while Amari pushed her forcibly behing her. She took up the dead mans blade pointing it at the men threateningly. They laughed and advance toward them cleary unaffected by her display
Amari jabbed lethally with their approach, the men jumped away stealthily as if it were all a game to them. What they didn't realize was to Amari it was not. If she were to die it would at least be with a fight. All her life she had hoped that would be it. The way to go.
Lonely, sad and unfulfilled that was not the way she wanted it to end . Fighting, thriving, resisting those to her, were worthy ways to go in her book
Amari watched attentively as One of the men lunged for Amari while she shielded Ula. The man slashed at her right, instinctively Amari pushed Ula away and pivoted to her left. she slashed into the mans right side. the man moved to avoid her strike, but moved to late and the blade sliced deeply into his torso.
He snarled with the pain and growled at Amari. She crouched then steadied herself, the bloodied blade sill clutched tightly in her grip
Suddenly a shrill call echoed though the hall. She watched as the men froze then speared her with a glare before retreating .
Amari expelled a breath of relief, She sagged to the floor as Ula caught her holding her steady
"Thank you" she whispered reverently
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The Fazuk had been agitated ever since his return. he despised the fact that he wasn't hear when his clan had been attacked. He suspected that it was planned that way. But couldn't figure out how
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