Do You Play With Swords?..(Open, M/E only!)

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Ryder leaped upon ones back, placing her sword to his neck. In a quick motion, she sliced his throat open. Ryder flew back, watching the man cumble before her. Flinging out her sword, blood splattering off the edge of the blade. Bringing it up to her thiegh, she put her blade back in its shealth. Smirking, she turned towards her trainer. Putting her hands together, she bowed before him. Speaking lightly under her brath, " Anymore?" She asked gently. When she asked, her trainer signaled with his hand, for another. Ryder lifted her chin, looking around. In the distance she could see a large frame, muscular yes. Tall, no. She chuckled lightly. Placing the palm of her hand on the laced black handle of her sword, slowly she pulled it out. droping her hand toward the ground, as it sliced through the rocks. Coming towards her enemy. Ryder awaited his blow.

Moments passed as she waited, the silentness of the area made Ryder tence. Finally, at the peak of her eye. She could see fast movement that surged toward her. Her enemy leaped intot eh air, sword ready to take Ryder's head off. But before he could do that, Ryder side-steped and watched him fall harshly on the rocky surface below her. She slwoly strolled behind him, Griping the back of his leather jacket, Ryder flung him to his feet. She smirked at him, beginning to circle around the man. He watched her carefully, but meeting her eyes. Which was her death move. Ryder narrowed ehr eyes, and quickly without hesitation took off his head. She put her hand down on the rocks, her sword twisted behind her back. Slowly, she listened to the body wall and then head coming down hard beside her. Ryder's face was covered with blood, and only his. She picked the head of the man up, carrying it toward her trainer. Throwing it to his feet. He looked at her, grinning. He placed his palm on the curled red laced handle of his sword. Cocking her head to oen side, she eyed him for a moment. Then something stopped her trainer from battling her, a loud horn sliced the silence. Rain began to pour down, and Ryder watched as her trainer walked away to investigate.

It was only matters of seconds, when a loud bell rang through out the city. Screams of horror, and the slicing of throats ringed in Ryder's ears. With wide eyes, she watched as her clan ran away from troops. Ryder sneered in disgust. Unshealthed her sword, shadows of men approached her. She smirked up at them. They spoke in a language that she could not understand. Ryder awaited for them, and as she did. One let out a screech and flew towards her, and the battle began. Ryder flung her sword out at the man comign toward her, then with grave speed she sliced one in half. Quickly she made it toward the entrance. The bodies of men left behind her, and blood draining into the grass. Hiding in the shadows, she crept toward the city's gate. Soonr eaching it, two men stopped her. Speaking in that language again, shrugging it off. She rolled her eyes and easily without any hesitation. Their heads were chopped off clean off their shoulder blades. shaking her head, she sighed. Racing toward the entrance, stopping onto lengths away. She rotated her head to see her people screaming and racing around. With a tear of guilt, Ryder quickly ran intot he forest. Not turnin back. Ryder stopped when she knew she was far enough away, that she dropped to her knees, and gripped a tree beside her. Her right palm was placed on her laced black handle, ready to pull out ehr sword and go on a killing spree. But knowing that it was no the right thing to do, Ryder stood up and kept walking...

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