Being completely remade was not a comfortable sensation. She remembered herself, frail and broken by surgeries and illness. She remembered the pain of failure, and of Chemotherapy, and of constant disappointment as temporary remission was met by worse and worse relapses. She remembered her old life, and her old name. Rhae, that was her name. She'd been dead on arrival as Rhae. She was a case of tragedy and pain that was outside of anyone's control.<br/><br/>As she was being remade. As she was hearing the echoes of whatever being had promised to give her a chance to live once more, and as she was feeling a new sort of strength fill the burning muscles and pain-receptors of her newly crafted body, she found herself full of a new-found confidence and conviction. She felt strong. Ungodly strength coursed through her muscles compared to the atrophied limbs of Rhae. She felt skills beyond any she'd touched upon before. The skills of a warrior; one who could change the world if she wanted. She felt her hand forming around whatever shard of divinity pulsed around her; a weapon that could cut down anything!<br/><br/>...She wasn't Rhae Smith anymore. Rhae Smith was dead. She'd finally lost her fight to Cancer, and to the many sicknesses that ravaged her since birth.<br/><br/>She needed a new name. She needed a new purpose. One that was worthy of a warrior that could change the world around them. That was what the new God wanted, right? A warrior who could conquer things, beat back good, and find the balance once again?<br/><br/>She pondered a suitable name. Her mind went to fiction, to stories she'd read, and fallen in love with. Dozens of authors had managed to pick names for their heroes just like that; but she wans't allowed to just be a hero. She was a Villain, apparently. She tried to think of a name for a villain that she could adopt, but even they seemed unsuitable. She wasn't a villain, she was a Warrior borne of the Chaos. She was going to be a villain to some, but others would probably see her as a hero, and others still would just see her as a monster.<br/><br/>As she figured out her inspiration, she felt her feet hit the ground. She was on a set of steps, grasping the Halberd in her hands even now, as she tried to figure everything out. Her body was clad in pristine looking armour. It was a simple looking set compared to the vibrant, powerful weapon, but she looked the part of a warrior. Everything felt so...light. The world seemed so much simpler all of a sudden. Movement was easy. Breathe? No struggle at all. Her fingers clenched around the weapon as she heard men shouting. She saw the older man, ordering her to hold the gate. Being ordered about wasn't appealing to her, but a part of her mind whispered that the main gate would be where the fighting was thickest. That would be where she could show off her prowess.<br/><br/>...At least, she'd thought so. Carving through the soldiers was child's play. She thought they were moving in slow motion at first, as she landed lethal blow after lethal blow. She was acting on instinct. Reacting and turning her weapon to catch whatever fool came near her, all while her mind worked on its first task.<em>“Cao Jian? Too masculine. Zhao Ji? Too forgettable. Yuan Zhou? Ugh, losers. Liu Ren? No, that won't do...”</em><br/><br/>The Horn blew above her, and she turned to look up to the decapitated Noble with a shrug. She was surrounded by twenty or so bodies at this point, all completely ripped apart by the Halberd.<em>”Wait, who used a Halberd? Brother Zhang, The God Of War, and the Warrior without Equal...”</em>It wasn't until the order to surrender was ignored that Guan noticed she was in danger. The Mercenary captain was slaughtered as the order to chain up traitors was given. Younger recruits tried to rush out and save their mentors or their friends, all of them were knocked out though. Dozens more came for her, and dozens more were put to the blade. She was slowly backed into a corner, covered in mud and splatted in gore. The low-class Soldiers of the enemy seemed to shudder in fear at the sight of her now, and even the Knights they were sending to try and capture her were brutalised and brought low. Several little cuts on her arm, and gouges along her legs and sides were slowing her down slightly, but still left her too fearsome to approach. She saw the Adventurer watching her, smirking down at her, and instead she just decided to take a deep breath...<br/><br/>...Before bellowing out in a voice that filled the captured keep. “<strong>C'mon! Won't a worthy opponent appear before the great Guan Buhan!? I will paint the walls red before I let some nameless peon capture me!</strong>”<br/><br/>Several soldiers flinched, with only the Adventurer looking interested in her bold declaration. It was only when she felt the claws of magic gripping her body that she felt the possibility of defeat on the horizon. Her body started to fade, and as she saw the Adventurer with the Noble's head show a face of annoyance, she knew she'd won, in a way...<br/><br/>...Then, she was teleported.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Guan landed with a start onto the floor, one knee buckling as she sucked in air. Her body was caked in blood and gore, as was her weapon, but very little of it was hers. She had a few cuts and nicks, to be sure, but nothing that couldn't be ignored for a little while longer. She looked around the room, and noticed the new arrivals first. The lumbering Orc loomed over her in height and in frame, but who had a hint of dark intelligence in his eyes; and the faceless creature who seemed far less a fighter than anyone else, but who reeked of a similar power to that which had teleported her here, and that had blown a hole through the wall of the keep.<br/><br/>Her sight looked past both of them to the throne. The floating skull and the horned woman in white both caught her attention, and the skull had her every instinct flaring up; telling her just how much of a threat he was. He wasn't rushing to attack her, so she wouldn't rush to attack him; instead rising off of her knee and taking a deep intake of air as she waited for...what, she didn't know.<br/><br/>Lord Chargoth, as he called himself, offered to play the guide. He offered answers, and others offered questions. They seemed far less threatened by wherever they had came from; was she the only one who struggle? “<strong>Who was that adventurer, and where the hell was I fighting? I gotta go pay back that dick for trying to cheap-shot me.</strong>” She took another deep breathe, and felt her wounds close as she found her second wind. “<strong>No one gets away with sending an army after Guan Buhan...Fucker didn't even try talking to me...the shit-head.</strong>”