The smell of cindering wood and blood was thick in the air. The rising sun cast a red glare on the horror that had struck the little village. Soldiers' helms and armor glinted in the sunlight as they marched through the dirt paths, cutting down whoever stood in their way. "NO!" A shrill scream pierced through the clanging of metal as a villager with a pitchfork was stabbed through the heart. The man's daughter, Kiriah sprang forth from her hiding spot and tackled the offending soldier to the ground. Dirt and tears streaked her face as she clawed at the man's face, carving long furrows in his face. Her fingernails caught on his chain mail coif and tore them, blood began to cover her fingertips. She didn't care.<br/><br/>Her father, and everyone, had only attacked to defend the village. These men were invading, they deserved death. Two strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind. The girl bared her teeth, grabbing for the man again as she was lifted off him. She kicked and struggled as another soldier tied her hands and feet together. "Let go! Damnit let go of me!" she cried, being carried over the shoulder. The other villagers, the ones that didn't dare attack, watched in horror as she was lead off towards an assortment of tents that served as the army's base camp.