Role

Chapter 16

Pain, somewhere she senses that her body is experiences pain, she must be
bleeding as well. But it was many years ago she took notice of her body
bleeding. All that exists is the patterns she moves herself and her lance in,
back and forth, up, down to the side, entrapping her opponents weapon. The
bird in front of her is covered with blood mixed with feathers and the face
masked in rage, but a glimpse of fear could be seen in the beady eyes, Arrna
just kept pressing forward, knowing that now was a crucial time.
Suddenly the bird flapped with its wings, trying to get past Arrna, quickly
Arrna thrusts he lance forward, blocking the birds escape, continuing the
motion she makes the lance go a in a circle, chopping down on the bird
leaving a painful blow. The bird throws itself in another direction, just
barely getting past the lance, as it cuts the bird over its back, sending it
a few feet away, laying on the ground, paralyzed, dying.
Arrna quickly walks over and separates the head from the feathery body,
ending the birds torments.
Covered with stabwounds, Arrna picks up the coins from the fallen, and then
takes a defensive posture over the corpse.

Suddenly, an invigoration strength fills her. And the voice of Lady Baerinika
can be heard from the fortress, congratulating Arrna. The honor had come to
her, she was now a member of the phoenix brigade, a maran. And for a moment,
she felt light, as if the burden of the tragedy had lifted, but it only
lasted briefly, soon it came again. But now, she had stronger tools at hand,
both for the war, and for her quest. She could only pray that she would be
able to use them wisely...