Snippet #1172733

Giera had, had the first good night of rest in a long time. She was woken suddenly though. She heard the city bell, something that she had never heard before, and jumped out. She looked out her window and saw a man running past. "Hey, whats going on?" The man recognized her because he lived near her. "Soldiers, attacking the town!". Giera went pale as ghost. She closed her eyes. "No, please not again. Don't let this town be destroyed...I can't take...." Giera took a deep breath and calmed herself. She needed to help defend this town. She got dressed and put on her black mask which covered part of her face. It made her feel better because she was worried memories would come back hard. She went out of her window and climbed to the rooftops.

She looked up to the sky, "Please father, give me strength. Don't let fear cripple me, let it stay hidden so I can help these people". Her father had been a woodsman and a ranger, he defended people when they were in need, and deep inside, Giera cared for people. She then began to run across the rooftops. She ran till she saw the leader of Fang fighting, he didn't look like he needed any help, so she went after the men who manged to make it past him.

She jumped off the rooftop and ontop of one man, breaking his leg backwards. She put her knuckles to his neck and clicked the button. The man made a gurgling noise as the claws ascended into his throat. "You will not take this town" she said with a half growl. She got up from him and turned around. A man with a huge broadsword came running at her and she dodged him and scratched his back. He stopped and laughed. "Oooh, you scratched me, bad kitty" he said. Giera let him run at her, and when he was nearly upon her she dropped to her knees and stuck her claws in the vein near his groin. The man screamed, clutching his groin.

Giera stopped as he fell. She had never taken a life before, now she had taken two. She looked at the blood on her claws and she felt sick. She went over to the alleyway and threw liquid as she hadn't eaten breakfast yet. "Help me father, I need to help these people". She stood up, pale and emotional, and remembered what the bandits had done to her people. They had hurt the women, some of the children, they threw them in burning buildings to die, they slowly tortured and killed the men. There was a chance these men would do the same if they got the chance. "I can't let that happen. I can't let another child be scarred for life". Her back burned as she said that and she used the pain to give her strength.

She fought the best she could. She wasn't a trained fighter, but she knew where some of the vital veins and organs were so she aimed for them. She managed to take down two more men before a man with a short sword sliced her right side deeply. Giera fell to the ground and the man came over and smiled, "Its really too bad, I bet you have a pretty face". Giera scowled at him and stuck her claws deep in his ankle. He screamed and fell to one knee.