The barren wastes of the Human lands... Most of the eastern parts were nothing but desolate wastelands. But, here she was. Aikiden, a young girl of De'rosovian descent, was walking through the land, going nowhere in particular. The dusty winds blew against her face, making it hard to hold up her hood. As she looked around for shelter, she could barely see forty feet in front of herself.<br/><br/>She eventually stopped as she saw a caravan emerge from the duststorm. She warily watched it, and saw the driver blankly looking ahead while some men with weapons in the back sat, looking at her. A merchant caravan? Those men are probably mercenaries... She thought to herself. Why would a merchant want to take these roads? Albeit they may have been shorter distance, but it's less hazardous taking the paths around the wastes. After they exited her view, she continued the way she was going.<br/><br/>After another hour or so, she had worn out, and needed to stop. She looked around, eventually finding a mountainside. She followed it for a bit, and after yet another hour, she found a cave. The system ran deep into the mountain, but Aikiden only needed shelter from the dust and wind. The heat wasn't too fun either. With a heavy, lonely sigh, she leaned against the wall, but was stopped by her spinal spikes. That's right... She hadn't cut those off in a while, she'd have to do that when she got to civilization. She cringed at the thought of cutting them, as it always hurt a lot and made a huge bloody mess.<br/><br/>As she relaxed, ready to fall asleep, she heard movement outside the cave. It was that caravan, but this time, five men came out, holding their weapons. A sixth exited, looking much more powerful than the others. "Hmm... How much you think she'll go for?"<br/><br/>Aikiden's English wasn't too great, but she wasn't getting a good vibe from these men. She picked up her Naginata, pointing it at them, backing up slightly. Another one of them spoke up. "She has a nice body, and the skin colour seems De'rosovian, which is exotic, so probably a lot. So we had better not damage her! Take her down!"<br/><br/>She had no clue what their intentions were, but from all that, 'take her down' was well enough into her vocabulary that it meant she was in a fight. The men all drew clubs, stepping slowly towards her. This was very bad... Her walking had exhausted her all day, and she hadn't slept in at least 22 hours. And she was fighting five to one. Six to one if the leader got involved. She stood her ground as one came at her, swinging towards her head. She dove to dodge the attack and stabbed the man in the leg as she passed. He yelled out in pain, falling to the ground, where Aikiden quickly finished him off with a quick slash to the throat. At this point, the other four weren't wasting any time. All four ran towards her, swinging away. She dodged a few high swings, but upon blocking a swipe from below, an attack towards her ribs connected, making her shout very loudly in pain. She stepped back, clutching her chest. She didn't understand these men... She had nothing! Why attack her? She lashed out, clipping one's arm, making him step back, but she realized anything she did were futile.<br/><br/>When another swing connected with her hand, it made her drop her naginata, now defenceless to attacks. The men moved in now, one taking hold of her from behind, avoiding her spikes, as another readied his club. "Night, night, Spikespine." He then hit her across the face. It didn't knock her out, but it was damn close to it. She fell to the ground, breathing hard. She then heard on call back towards the caravan. "Hey! Get the rope, we got her!"<br/>