Rota flew back to the knight encampment and easily slipped back inside of their ranks and past the guards. On her way back to her tent she came across Brocus who was a Beserker that swore loyalty to the King, "Where are you going so late at night woman?" His meaty arms wrapped around her and pulled her close to his chest. His sweaty stench offended her delicate nose making her face scrunch up in distaste, "Perhaps you should go and drown yourself in the river Brocus you smell like a swine." She mushed against him and by the surprise on his face she knew he had underestimated her strength. He sneered at her and held onto her a little tighter which was starting to piss her off, "You know that high and mighty attitude of yours is starting to piss me off wench. Perhaps I should teach you some manners." His hand moved lower to cup her ass and his putrid hot breath was felt against her cheek which was the last straw for her.<br/><br/>She kneed him hard in the groin; which his groan of pain made her grin; which made his grip on her loosened enough for her to get an arm up. She threw a well placed upper cut to his chin which made him stumble back but not enough to make the behemoth fall. She clapped hip hard on both of his ears, destroying his balance. Finally she she round house kicked him hard enough to lift him five feet off of the ground before he fell hard. He was gasping for breath and she could feel the energy of the Beserker well up inside of him as he started to go into a Berserk rage but she would have none of that. Rota lodged her metal boot against his throat hard enough to choke him, "Now, now little swine. Don't get so upset. Why don't you go and find someone else to play with."<br/><br/>When Brocus started to turn blue she released him with a grin on her face and sauntered away. Humans were so pathetic and Brocus was an unworthy man of Valhalla and she would make sure that his soul would be taken to the Under Grounds. She knew that all of the men here were always wither openly staring or catching glimpses of her since she was the only female in the area. She could of course take care of herself since she was stronger then mortals and only some Beserkers had the brute force to almost match her in strength. She was thin and lethal and most of the men thought to take advantage of her since she did not look to be much of a threat. She had proved them all wrong when she had single handedly taken out ten of the Kings best men at once.<br/><br/>She walked inside of her spacious tent that contained a plush cot, long mirror, and basin for her to wash. She let the flap fall closed behind her after she had lit the torch with a match. She removed her armor and washed herself as was her ritual before a great battle that she was anticipating. After she was finished she dressed in a comfortable night shift but kept her her spear close at hand just in case one of the men thought to take her unawares....<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Rota took in a deep breath of the twilight air and watched as the sun continued its slow decent behind the hills. Night would mark the start for this battle and the tension was thick in the air and almost visible to her. From where she stood at the front of the lines she could barely see<span style="font-weight: bold">her</span>magnificent Beserker. She had felt his rage last night like the hottest flames against her back when she had flown away from him. He would not give up his life too easily which was another reason why she felt herself drawn to his raw power. She was not such a fool as to not know that he was just as rough and dangerous as the men that he led. She had seen him with a woman or two and not even bothered to go somewhere private to claim them when they were feasting after a great battle. Still she would claim his soul and add him to her collection in Valhalla.<br/><br/>When the sun had finally set the cries of war filled the air as Knights and Beserkers rushed forward and clashed. The entire battle field exploded into glorious chaos and the cries of the fallen. The musical clang of sword on sword on shield filled her ears making her grin. She leisurely walked toward<span style="font-weight: bold">her</span>prey,<span style="font-weight: bold">her</span>Beserker and every now and again her spear would find itself embedded into the heart or throat of a Beserker. Blood was splashed against her face and armor; red coated her golden spear. She was a dark angel amongst the chaos and was one that fed the fire with every kill. She soon found herself surrounded by three strong looking Beserkers who had seen her slay their comrades. The anger in their eyes made her laugh and the musical sound of it was so out of place in this bloody field that her opponents looked take aback.<br/><br/>"Do not underestimate your opponent!" She launched her spear at the first man and managed to split the armor but it did not go far enough to pierce anything vital. She was not finished though since she had followed the path of her spear with her foot and rammed it deep into the mans heart. Blood gushed from his mouth as her momentum knocked him over. He was dead before he even hit the ground. She grinned and heard the sound of the rushing foot falls of the other two who wanted to avenge their friend but they were careless. A hammer sung at her head but they were too slow and only sliced through the air. She kicked at the first mans knee cap and heard a sickening crunch as the bone snapped. As the men roared in pain and anger he swung once more but in his rage he was blind to see his friend who could not get out of the way in time. The hammer smashed into the third ones ribs causing a loud crunching sound to be heard as his ribs were smashed and his lungs most likely shredded by the bone fragments. The one with the hammer stared in horror leaving Rota the opening she had needed to quickly dislodged her spear from the first to fall Beserkers neck and ram it up through the seconds  jaw and out the back of his head.<br/><br/>She had barley looked at the others fighting around her when she heard the voice of<span style="font-weight: bold">her</span>Beserker. He had just finished off Brocus whom she had hated so much which made her grin, "You did me a favor warrior." She called out to him and only stood a mere two feet away from him, "Brocus was slim and really needed to be put down." She smiled brilliantly as she approached him without caring much for the others who fought around her. The light of the moon seemed to make the blood on her face and armor shine more brightly crimson. On a beauty such as her her armor and the blood looked completely out of place but she was a true warrior, "I will be your opponent now." She raised her spear and took an aggressive stance, "Do not underestimate me. I am far more skilled and stronger then Brocus." As those words left her lips she charged and rammed her full weight and strength into the Beserkers shield causing him to take a step back, She grinned knowing he had not thought she would be so strong as she jumped back waiting to see how he would respond now that he knew she was a true threat.