Her focus wasn't on the body that seemed to vanish into nothing, her eyes focused on that man. How was she going to fight against him? How was she going to defend against that massive sword? She knew it was heavy, she knew the speed it could have behind such a large blade. Would it break past her swords? She knew if that happened that it would be over for over if that were to happen. Armor was something she lacked, something she didn't wear. It limited her movement, slowed her down. To put it simply, it got in the way. At the back of her mind, she was beginning to rethink not wearing any.<br/><br/>"You underestimate your opponent." She said, glaring slightly. She couldn't show fear, she couldn't show surprise. Each flash of lighting showed a more grotesque form. He was a demon, a beast. A true fiend of darkness. Everything about this man was tainted, the small woman was certain that his would was nothing more than a lifeless void. Was he the overlord, the one who controlled these armies? Or was he just one of the generals? A lord? She wasn't sure, but she knew he had to be taken down. He had to be stopped. She wasn't going to let his army go any further than this ruined village. She could feel rain falling, cold and hard. It didn't do anything to purify the land around her, it didn't do anything to cleanse the blood from the soil. She didn't pay any mind to the wave a darkness that washed over the field, her stance becoming tense, grounding herself as she watched the blade. It was either dodge, or block. But how fast could he change the direction of the strike? For this, she found blocking would be better, at least she hoped so.<br/><br/>Her eyes though seemed to change focus, gaze locked on that black mist that rushed before her, eyes the scythe that blocked the sword strike, her eyes on that man. How was it even possible? How could he be alive? Was it all just a trick? She wasn't sure, but she was more confused now. He had blocked that attack, but why? Traitor... Was he changing sides? She looked around, those men and beasts in an uproar, the Dark One surprised that he was alive, shouting that both should die. But part of her felt that wouldn't be happening.<br/><br/>Do you like living? What kind of question was that? Of course she liked living, but she was certain in a fight like this, surviving meant to live. Victory meant to survive. The question was, how? "I'm quite fond of breathing, what do I do then?" She didn't take her eyes off the men and beasts, her swords used to defend, used to attack those who got close to her. She was focused, her mind pushing any and all thoughts aside. They had to win this fight, they had to survive. She couldn't let herself fall, she wouldn't. Her father wouldn't forgive her, her mother would just scold her for it. She was going to win, they were going to win. She kept her mind focused on the fight, pushing back one of the men that attacked, one from the village. How could they side with such evil? Were their hearts really that tainted?