Isle of the Damned

Gaurds

As swiftly as I ran into them I ran away. However, I knew that they'd catch up. There was simply no way to outrun the bigger/stronger horses. I didn't understand where my group was. I hoped that they weren't in danger. The sound of hooves followed me and I felt like a fox on the run from a farmer.

"OI! GET BACK HERE, YOU FILTHY SCUM!" A grumbly voice shouted from behind. It sounded way closer than I'd have liked for it to be.

I signalled for my horse to run faster but the poor thing was exhausted. I wasn't going to outrun them so I'd have to do something else. I don't think I'll get lucky and come out uninjured this time. Particularly when my group is missing. 

I stopped my horse and jumped off. I had no clever plan this time; I'd just have to fight them. This wasn't going to be easy but it was better than futilely running for my life. My strength was undeniable but there are around ten to thirteen men against one. I had no idea how this would pan out. Hopefully, in my favour. 

"Finally, finished running girly?" A man questioned with a sneer. 

I scowled at him. Being called "girly" was a deep insult. I knew I could fight better than anyone of them if it was one on one. Hell, even now I reckon I could get at least three to five of them. 

"Hey, doesn't she fit the description of the girl we were told look out for? Long, Black hair and all that." A man questioned with calculating eyes.

I readied myself with my sword. They all looked at each other and grinned. Hopping of their horses they picked up their weapons.  They were going to try and take me for the reward money. 

"Come at me then, you cowards. Or not, you all look like you couldn't knock out a fly," I shouted, hoping that anger would make their fighting technique sloppier. 

The man in the front came at me with his sword. I knocked it out of the way. I defended myself from his blows a few times before I properly attacked. I managed to slice part of his stomach. It seems he hadn't been trying before, probably thinking it'd be easy to get me since I'm a girl. He swung his weapon at me with significantly more strength and speed than before. Fine. I could deal with this. 

Just as he was about to get me I dodged out of the way, causing him to stumble due to the force of his swing. I moved quickly and stabbed him in the back. The others would be definitely be riled up now. 

"The b***h stabbed Tybalt!" one of them yelled with malice.

"Let's just kill the piece of s**t," Another yelled. 

Another came at me, full of rage. We collided swords multiple times before I was able to back him up into the enormous rock and stab his stomach. He was a decent fighter but the rage made him too hasty in making decisions. He looked quite young. It's a shame because another life he could have trained to be an excellent warrior, preferably with a conscience. 

Just as I managed to turn round, a third mam was already there. I moved to attack him before he could me. This one looked older and meaner. His eyes just looked soulless and his mouth seemed to be pinched into a permanent scowl. He knocked my sword out of the way before trying to kill me. I parried all his attacks with counter ones.

"Just give up, you little, insolent girl," he slowly growled at me.

That ticked me off to no end. I used all my power to knock his sword and so before he had a chance to react I cut his arm. Blood poured out and the guy fell to the floor screaming. Don't mess with the queen. 

"You truly are pure evil, aren't ya? Well don't worry, I won't go easy on ya," A man with a terrifyingly deep and rumbly accent said. 

"You're the ones that came after me."

"Aye lass, but you were the one who was tryna enter the border whilst being unwelcome. You provoked us. It's not my fault you are trying to spread your grossness everywhere."

I lunged at him. I didn't want to dignify him with a response. He dodged out of the way causing me to stumble a little. He used my own trick against me. I tried to stand up but as I did a sharp pain erupted from my side. The man had sliced me, from my hip to inner stomach. I fell to the floor and let out a growl of pain. 

"Look at the poor queeny now. All that 'greatness' squandered with one blow of a sword," he said laughing as he walked to stand over my body. 

I tried moving but the pain was too great. A yelp of pain escaped my lips. This caused all the others to stare at me with demented and creepy smiles. Why were these people always so cruel and weird? 

"It's just a pathetic inured animal now. We can take it in and get extra money for it," one sneered with an intense malicious glare. 

"Let's do it," another one agreed. 

With those words, I saw the handle of the sword being lifted and then being knocked against my head. After that, it was just calm, sweet nothingness.