Dia

The sounds of the forest get disturbed by the dying scream of a person. It came from a mage, lying dead on the ground with a huge cut across its chest. Looking at him there’s a lady; bloody and battle ready, tired from the effort of fighting. Her strong figure irradiates power and ferocity, and she demonstrates it as her body reacts to a faint sound, assuming a combat pose almost instantly.

That fucking mage was better than expected, I’m getting tired of keeping fighting right now. she says as she gauges her remaining strength. Shit, I won’t survive another encounter like this. I need to kill whatever appears and flee from this shithole, fast! WHO’S THERE!