Thread: Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin))

Hearing the strangers comment of not wanting to be rude only brought a smirk to the young merchant lips. Oh hes good she thought to herself when she saw how effortlessly he wielded the huge blade. Hes really good. Her green eyes flicked around the group, taking in the six men and immediately analyzing how difficult it would be to defeat them all with this stranger. She was rather skilled with a sword, for a woman, but she knew that with this stranger beside her it should be no problem. Knowing the hum of her airship anywhere, she could tell that it was getting closer, descending into the jungle to look for her most likely. The dispute between the two didnt really concern her thoughts. From what she gathered this man had injured the others brother and the whiny pipsqueak wanted some revenge so he got the gang together. How pitifully pathetic. Not even man enough to fight his own battles on his own... Glancing to the experienced swordsman beside her, she smirked seeing his blade and raised hers once more. Clearly they both had more in common than was originally thought. The mentioning of guymelefs intrigued her even more as well. She had her own locked up in the airship, but that was a matter to be attended too later. Her brows raised highly when she saw how swiftly he had parried the first threes attack, and it made her smirk devilishly. Okay, he is better than good... I know that fighting style, he must have trained under someone incredibly special, just like- Her thoughts had been cut short. Two men from behind rushed her but luckily she had heard the snapping of twigs. Immediately spinning around, her thin and graceful form bent as she moved, contorting almost to what seemed to be impossible feats. Her blade immediately whipped out and slashed at one of her attackers swords, sending it flying into the air. She immediately kicked him square in his jewels before slamming her booted heel into his jaw, a loud snap being heard. Clearly she was stronger than she appeared. Whipping around to the second one who was charging her, her arm stretched forward and unleashed an array of quick slashes toward his blade, moving almost faster than he was able to process. Thus the difference in their skill. He was a crude excuse for a swordsman, and she was an above par example of a swordswoman. Her father had seen to that little fact. Quickly flicking her wrist, she slashed at the second mans belly, cutting deeply, and held her blood soaked blade up toward the others that were surrounding them. Her chest was slowly rising and falling as she breathed, the bodice making it a bit difficult, but she was managing nicely. Spreading her feet out from underneath her, she grinned at a few and let out a low growl, meant to intimidate them. Well come on! she shouted, egging them on further. Whats wrong, are you scared of a petty little woman? You are a bunch of sleazy beggars who deserve nothing but the divine punishment of our blades. I would sincerely advise that you reconsider your options. A wicked grin spread across her lips as she spoke clearly she was rather enjoying this whole adventure. Suddenly the group that was attacking them heard ropes flying through the air and a crash through the forest. The nose of the airship suddenly appeared above them, and ropes were dangling down from the tip. A large figure was descending down toward them, and landed with a rather large crash. Standing upright, the bandits were faced with a man so tall it made even the errant knight appear tiny. Grabbing a large hammer, the giant man swung it toward a three of the bandits, making contact with one. The sound of his ribs breaking immediately filled the surrounding area. Wielding the large weapon with ease, the mans bulging muscles and scar ridden arms showed that he was someone not to mess with. Clearly he could take out multiple men with one blow of his weapon. This in turn scared the bandits beyond belief. About time you showed up, Brawler. The merchant woman said with a snicker. She jumped for another one of the men attacking her, landing squarely on his chest and slamming him into the ground, knocking all of the breath out of him which rendered him unconscious. Of course Mistress, the huge man said with a deep bear voice. It made the errant knights chest quiver it bore that much strength to it. Brawler then spun his hammer around the errant knight and took out another two of the attackers. All that was left was the leader and two of his goons. Brawler and the young merchant each took a side beside the errant knight, wide smirks across both of their faces as they stared forward. So, care to dance? she asked the leader as she flicked her blood tipped saber at him, taking a fencers stance.