• The men were every where. Clad in black armor. Smoke rose in the air as fire was set to houses. "Over here! Some of them are here!" One of the men yelld. Six men ran after him, Spears raised.The leader shouted "Take No Surviours!" Now the small village became a red glow. Fire licked at the houses, and villagers. What wrong had they done?

    The next day the Soldiers checked the ashes. For any signs of life. Every one was killed there. The raiders form the day before burned the ashes one more time to kill the putrid villagers. The laughed hard and chugged alcohol untill they were drunk. Then they tipsily walked out of the pub. One man was missing though. The leader, catchig wind of this asked "Where's Allen?" they checked he pub, inn, docks, and The Rumsy Fellow. The Rumsy Fellow was a low class in , and was known for cheap beers. No sign of Allen. Outside of The Rumsy Fellow was a body. Black armor was on his chest, left arm, and right knee. The rest was skrewn about him. "Allen!" The entire pack yelled they ran forward to see their brother. Something made them stop before they could reach him. What they saw made their blood turn to ice. There, in front of Allen stood a girl. She was tall and slender. Her hair was jet black and in a pony tail. Her eyes shone with malice. Radiating form her left eye was blood. All around the eye lid but not in her eye. It was the work of Allen. He liked her so he wanted her to live. So when they rounded up the surviours he could spot her and keep her for his own. Her brown eyes glimmered red. She stood there. Waiting for them to lunge. She took out her sword. It was long and thin but sharp. Then she attacked.