<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=13478.msg551231#msg551231">Quote from: Xillen on 18-03-2008, 01:54:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>Just as the woman that found the blades had catched up with them, a mounted soldier rode past them, and positioned himself in between the maidens and the forest. "Where do you think you're going to?" he yelled at them, somehow indifferent to the fact that there was a dragon flying over them. He was wearing the same tunic as the ground troops, his longsword held ready to attack, as his other hand held the rains in a tight grip.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>After managing to free the swords, Dara ran towards the other women going for the woods. The soldier on the horse blocked their path. Getting the balance of the swords in her hands she brings herself into a defensive stance between the soldiers and the maidens, closing the distance in which his sword has to swing. Her heart pounding like a hammer, her dark blue eyes narrow menacingly. "Ride on, we are nothing to you" she growls at him in a low aggressive voice " you either die here and become meat for the dragon, or you ride on with your life intact and forget you ever saw us." If becoming a slave to the humans was her only other choice to death, then death it would be.