Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11296535-20140329042442/@comment-25012303-20140330182148

Evelyn strode through the main road leading to the Imperial City. A horde of barbarians were hot on her heels, but they did not intimidate her. They were but a small band of 9. The mass army, she allowed herself to worry over. She heard heavy footsteps behind her, and she smiled to herself. She turned on the spot to confront the bandits. Their leader withdrew his sword, and spoke.

"I'm going to enjoy this." He said.

"Not as much as I am." Evelyn replied. His sword is steel. Easy to manipulate. Excellent she waved her hand, and it rose from his grasp, and turned on him immediately. Instead of staring in awe, however, the others charged her.

This, she admitted to herself, I was not expecting.

She manipulated the vines in the area, and used them to restrain some of the guards. She hanged one with her plant life. Smiling in satisfaction, she turned around. Her heart skipped a beat,

I forgot one.

The Orc slashed her arm, and she screamed out in pain.

FOCUSE, she thought. She looked through her tear filled eyes. What is he wearing? His helm is iron. Iron! She manipulated the helm, and it imploded, crushing his skull. When he was dead she tried to rise, but she was too weak. "Help." She called weakly. A figure took form in the distance, and rushed towards her.

"Help."

"Get her to the city," a voice said. "Now"