She marched into the line with the rest, halted and turned to face the enemy with spear and shield raised.

"Hold the line !" came the order.
She didn't need it, there was no place to retreat to.

The first wave was gibbering creatures the like of which nobody had ever seen, they were pinned to the ground with spears and beheaded with the swords of the next rank, the line held.

The enemy sorcerers raised their staffs and there was the sound of thunder and a flash like lightning and what seemed a thousand slingstones hit their shields like hail but glanced off, the line held.

The first charge was stopped short by the spears thrust out in unison, the line held.

The second charge met the same fate as the first had, the line held.

The skies darkened under a swarm of arrows blotting out the sun to clatter harmlessly on upraised shields, the line held.

The enemy line wavered from view as if hidden behind the heat shimmer of midday, then there came a blinding glow like a hundred mirrors all aimed at her.

When she opened her eyes, the line was gone, so was the enemy, there was nothing but green grass and cool air.

She wheeled around at the sudden screeching roar from behind her, her shield coming up along with her spear, a tight smile coming to her face as she set herself and waited for the charge.
If this was death, it was good.

5'7" without her helmet
Oiled olive skin glistening in the sun
Dark hair bound tight and tucked up
She wears the same armor as the men
Shield, sword, helmet, cloak and greaves
Anything else would slow her down


She could, and she very well might
If anyone proved themselves worth it.

Lantern show:
She prefers plain ordinary things.
After the battle comes the bath, washing the gore and oil off has to be done.
Sweaty funtimes to help relax again are always on the menu too, and another bath
















Hubby was watching 300...again...
I think it's for the oracle scene ;)
Not sweaty men in G-strings and cloaks
But as usual, it gave me an idea...