<div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr/><br/>The creature fell into a pile of bones and she fell back on her ass panting lightly. The cut on her arm stung like hell, probably had chips of rusted metal in it. Taking a few breaths, she stood up and walked over to the dusty pile. Sarah eyed it for a moment, waiting for it to jump back up and finish it's attack, but it didn't. She thought it strange that it would want to die. It was dead already, wasn't it? Odd, but she didn't dwell on it. Over thinking things was not her place. The beast was down for the count and that's all that mattered to her. She'd fought and won, "...leave well enough alone," she muttered as she looked over the armor.<br/><br/>It might of been old, rusted, and useless, but the sword of her fallen enemy belonged to her. It also had her father's symbol on it, so it was rightfully her's or her brother's. She grabbed it up and pried the dead fingers off the hilt. Sarah guessed it was a fine sword when it was first forged. Probably made right here in the camp by the children of Hephaestus' and then blessed by siblings with the boar head imprinted onto it's blade. If nothing else, it would be a good trophy.<br/><br/>Sarah trudged through the mud and eventually found her way back out to the camp. It was night outside the forest and she wasn't one to doubt the threat of Harpies. Even tired, she managed to run back to the cabins and slip inside the home of her brothers. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.0)