From the shadows slipped the form of a female human. Her shoulder length hair bounced as she peered left then right. Her emerald eyes could charm even the fiercest dragon, or melt the heart of ice elemental. She was danger, and she was seduction, A rose and its thorns.
From behind her within the depths and shadows of the darkened alley way came deep, and raunchy laughter.
”Eh dere, wench. What brings such a lass into the alleys of the black daggers?”
”Oh, I am truly sorry sir, I was just looking to get to the market. I need some milk for me, baby sire.” came a small precious voice of just a lowly maiden from the forest green to dark grey cloak.
With that the feminine for stepped to the middle of the alley and made for the exit. Only then did a small cry come from her lips as two booming very ragged, but sturdy warforged step around the corner one carrying a sword that was as tall as the woman, and one a great axe just the same.
”No! Please. I just want some milk for me baby.. Please don’t!” the maiden’s voice pleaded.
”Oh come now, lass. No need for such a fuss. We just wanna have a lil fun whicha.”
”Please! Please… Please don’t make me do this.” the woman’s voice filled with a wonderful fake horror.
”ha ha ha, and what would that be?” bellowed the big burly thief.
”This!” Suddenly the woman’s voice was no longer small, it was instead dark, dangerous, and lovely all in one.
As the woman’s cloak bellowed out she twirled, and from underneath the bellowing cloak came an ornate composite bow, and set was an arrow.
”OH!” cried the thief.
The woman fired, and the arrow erupted into flame, heading straight for the man’s face.
The arrow dug deep into the man’s face and the everyone watched as he feel to the ground.
Everyone turned back to the woman in dismay, and she fired again, taking down yet another thief. From her right cried a man as he lept at her with dagger in hand. Another shot and flame carried the man back against the wall.
From her left came another with two blades, twirling with the man’s attack she slipped right beside the man’s attack and whip another arrow from the quiver on her hip. As the man tried to slow himself to keep from hitting the way, he cried out in pain as a flame arrow pinned him to the wall.
Twirling to the sound of a man crying with rage the dark woman slipped to the right using her bow to guide the man’s attack away from her. As he turned to look at her, he felt the bow string behind his head. Looking into the woman’s emerald eyes there was a dark smirk on her face.
”Say Good Night.” replied the woman.
”Goodnight?” asked the man, then she let go of the bow and watched as it snapped back into the man’s face, and watched as he toppled to the ground.
At that moment the two warforged charged forward with a roar only barbarians might give. Whirling back around the metal against metal sound of swords leaving their sheaths could be heard, and two very sharp shortswords emerged from under the woman’s cloak.
As the first with the great axe swung his weapon down to cleave her in half, she slipped to the construct’s side, and in a whirl of motion left the Warforged howling in pain, as oil spew from its side. Rolling on the ground passed it, the second with the greatsword swung at her, but her roll carried her safely underneath the blade.
Rolling up to her feet she launched a barrage upon the surprised construct and watched in an almost sickly amused smirk as hit after hit evaded the Warforged’s block only to chip away wood, or slashed metal.
Completely distraught now the warforged fell back giving as much ground as it could, but it still wasn’t enough. It was dying and dying fast, with a whimper, then a groan the other Warforged lunged at swordswoman, but as it did, she whirled around, and slipped to the side evading the attack coming at her, and both combatants stopped moving as a gasp and grunt escaped the construct’s lips.
Looking down it watched in disbelief as black oil now run down its belly to pool on the ground. Spinning to the side, the woman let go of her blade and watched as it finish impaling completely through the warforged’s body as it landed on the ground.
Something caught her eye, behind her, but she knew what it was just as soon as she noticed it. At that moment her attention was drawn back to the warforged now standing tall infront of her.
Seemingly unphased it let loose a roar, that shook the alley way, and found its way coursing through the dark woman. It was a pure roar of rage. With a long swipe, the woman rolled backwards, almost throwing herself into it, as she just missed from having herself split in half. Again she rolled, and again, and one more time she tumbled away from the raging machine losing her other blade in the process, but as she rolled up she took hold of her bow as she launched herself back up to her feet.
Charging her like a Minotaur berserker the woman wisped two arrows from her side and fired them off just as soon as they touched her bow it seemed. Both planting themselves into each of its shoulders. Another step from the Warforged, and she had two more ready. Firing she took a seconds comfort as one planted itself into the lower thigh, just above its left knee. The flaming arrows scorched the drone, sending searing pain through its body, but it still kept coming. She reached for two, but found only one more arrow left in her quiver.
With no time left she fired it off, and watched as it planted itself into the warforged’s mouth, with flame erupting from the back of its head, as the arrow’s head exited. Falling the warforged skidded to a stop just before the woman warrior.
”I’m not just some wench!” her voice rang with fury, and a bit of weariness.
”I am the beauty, and I am the thorn of a Rose. I am Geoana the Rose.” her voice was powerful, and rang out through out the alleyway.
”Too bad, you could not live to remember it.”
With that Geoana set to recovering her blades, cleaning them on the clothing of her fallen enemies.