by Koneko » Wed Aug 21, 2002 7:29 pm
Pelm Finan was looking at her reflection in a pool, grinning and striking various poses, apparently oblivious to the fact that, though uninjured, she was covered from head to toe in splattered blood.
IM: What are you talking about? Blood goes best with my wonderfully orange eyes and naturally red hair!
Sorry Pelm...
IM: And what kind of narrator are you anyway? You didn't even say anything about that?
Fine, fine, what should I say?
IM: I dunno, just say something!
What've I been doing? *sigh*
The young human was about five feet tall clad in a simple dark blue tunic, now stained a very odd purplish. She drew her sword, which, unbelievably, was totally clean. It was about four and a half feet long, slightly curved near the middle and then back toward the end. Giving off a slight bluish aura, it was her only memento of her old master. Sheathing it again with a sigh of contentment, she began to lie down, when two figures, obviously bandits appeared in the reflection. An even wider grin (if possible) split her face.
IM: More bandits! Bandits = money.
She DID need money, after all, that's why she was here. Mice, though fun to play with, weren't the tastiest things in the world.
She turned around, digging her light shoes into the soft turf, drawing her sword and putting it into into a ready position. The bandits, however, completely terrified by the sight of the bloodsplattered woman and the three bodies of their comrades nearby, turned tail and ran as fast as they could, screaming "demon!"
Not nearly fast enough.
With lightning speed, Pelm darted in front of them, slicing at the first one's legs several times, succeeding in laying him flat on the ground. As the second began to run, a glowing ball appeared in her outstretched palm, quickly bursting into flame. With a cry she let the fireball fly, and then cursed as the pitifully small flame flickered and died a few feet away from her.
IM: oh well, I'll let that one go... ... GRR! It's not my fault! Those were the right words and all! The way he did it, it was really huge and burned everything!!
Unfortunately, "everything" had encompassed a small mouse on the floor. When one is a cat, (as Pelm was) one's perspective is drastically altered.
Still somewhat disgruntled, she proceeded to loot the fallen bandit, which yielded a few coins, an old dagger and an interesting looking gem.
Leaning on her sword, she looked at the still alive and awake bandit as she decided what to do with him. Quickly making a decision, she stood over him, placing her sword vertically a few inches below his belly button. She leaned on her sword again, driving all her weight down on and through his intestines. Practically sawing her way through, she cut nearly to his side, up to his rib cage, then across to his other side, then down again to her original incision. The area was filled with the sound of screaming for some time after she had walked away.
After bathing and washing, she promptly got on the road once more, and saw two more travellers being waylaid by bandits. Her grin returned and she drew her sword, preparing to strike.
Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showLocalUserPublicProfile?login=koneko>Koneko</A] at: 8/22/02 12:39:11 am