SoS: Battle on the Plain

I'm at the front of a tribal warband, sword in hand and glaring at the enemy. Behind me is the country of Stayla, a place of fierce beauty famed for its warriors. The army we face has carved its way to our borders, smashed through nearly a dozen countries. It definitely shows, they're lean and wiry, hungry for another taste of victory.

I hear my name, 'Selene' floats on the wind, and glance back, catch my chieftain's eye. She can already see my potential. I stride out from the warband, sword held aloft for a moment before I point it at the enemy.

The warband, and the others who've joined us, break into movement, charge. The distance closes rapidly, the enemy shifting to make a shieldwall. Like that'd stop us. I bat aside a spear, hear others enthusiastically impale themselves, before thudding into a shield. I grab it, tear it aside, and bury my sword into the shield's owner, push her body back. The scene repeats all along the shieldwall, we gain footholds and just start killing, widen the gaps we've made. It soon becomes too close for swords and my knife is out, slashing wildly.

I face a woman slightly older than me, her confident expression fading as she looks at my savage appearance. As swift as a snake I cut her throat, shove her aside as blood pours from her wound. Space is tight though, she clings onto me, and I barely avoid the blade thrust at me…

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My dying opponent takes the attack, her darkening eyes widen and her grip on me loosens. I shake her off, lunging to impale the overextended warrior. It has become chaos all around me, women grappling with each other and forgetting the blades they carry.

I push deeper into the enemy ranks, knife flicking out to slit throats and pierce hearts, getting as good as I give. My tunic soon barely counts as clothing, I'm bleeding from countless shallow wounds. A woman in light leathers appears before me, a swipe of her sword leaves me nude except for boots. I response by forcing her onto her back, grinding my crotch against hers, and plunge my knife into the flesh of her neck. She's bucking beneath me, I nearly lose it, but I'm left frustrated when she stills.

I rise, prowl forward. I must look terrifying, a demon drenched in blood. Other Staylans begin appearing at my side, panic's setting in among the enemy, and I spit out blood, level my sword at an scared-looking warrior.

Again we charge, there's no shieldwall this time to blunt us. My target goes down, ripped open from neck to hip, and the angled continuation sends another warrior sprawling, a leg gone at the knee.

I spot an officer, her plumed helm standing out. I cut down a woman between us, either Staylan or invader, and then she's there. In a flurry of blows I've sent her to the ground and howl triumphantly over her corpse.