Death filled the air, choking the once pure aroma of cooking food. Some of those darkly armored men, if one could call them that, began setting fire to the desolate villages. Cobble stone roads ran red, bodies littered the once bustling town. It was a scene of chaos. And where was the nearest battalion? No where to be found. The signal fires hadn't been lit in time, no warning could be delivered. There was no hope for help or reprise for those souls fighting to defend that land. And by the time the smoke would cause some kind of alarm, it would be too late. The damage was already being done, the body count mounting as beast ripped into human flesh and sword clashed with sword.<br/><br/>Before her, the young woman watched that scene with the demon and on of her own allies. That warrior was always foolish,Malays quick to assume victory was at hand. He was paying the sour price of it now, a slow death that one should not have to experience. And where were the healers? She looked around, unable to spot a single one as she defended herself against enemy blows. Her sword cut through a beast, the an advancing enemy met her eye to late as she focused on a flying dagger from that demon. She readied herself to block as the blade came to her chest, but suddenly changed to hit that attacker right in the head.<br/><br/>As that man came closer, she found herself moving towards him, her eyes on him as she stopped, listening to him. Destroy her? A voice at the back of her mind told her he couldn't, told her that this meeting was fated. Why would that even be? She pushed aside those odd thoughts, the light around her blades seemingly becoming brighter. Though, she didn't notice that where she stepped, the grass seemed to become free of blood, life returning to those delicate blades from her careful steps. She really wished that legend was more complete, those stories more true. Rea always heard the tales of that legend, and at a time like this, she wondered where those heroes were, if they were even real.<br/><br/>"Dance with the devil?" She questioned slightly, her eyes on him. She moved a bit closer, her swords in her hand. She returned one to its sheath, the other still in hand. "I would like to know the name of my dance partner." She said, if one could call this slaughter a dance. Her hand reached out, touching his lightly as she bit her lower lip, ready to defend if he tried to strike, though the light seemed to grow more as she watched him.