Rain starts to fall heavily halfway through the early morning, even before the sun climbs up the sky.
It's a small village she's in right now, and the people are few, but what they fight for is no less important. Their crops, their cattle, their families and homes, those are things worth keeping, and Diana has taken part in many a great war before, but this is just as meaningful in her eye.
She should like for peaceful resolutions, but peace isn't always an option. Sometimes words have to give way to shield and sword, and that is why she's sitting on a horse right now, along with a few hundred armed warriors as well, waiting in heavy silence as they look on to the contour of the plains in the distance. Raindrops fall heavy on her face, roll down her cheeks, weigh down her hair, but she ignores that, her eyes never leaving the horizon as she waits.
She waits, and finally she sees them, the large group of bandits fast approaching them. They want the village, she knows, the prime position near the sea, and they don't care that they would be killing hundreds to manage that. That's the way of the world, and she's not naïve; the nature of Men hardly surprises her anymore.
A thunder cracks in the sky, but she barely blinks, drawing out her sword and waiting. A few of the people nearer to her seem a little more unsettled as a second lightning draws a line down the sky and in the distance reaches the ground itself, but she figures it's only fear. It's only normal. But it's also something they'll have to work past right now, or any hope they may have will be lost.
Their enemy approaches, and she lifts her sword in the air, yells out a battle cry, another until they are all yelling alongside her, then together, they urge their horses into a gallop and charge forward, trampling whatever fear lingers and putting their hearts and minds to the edge of their swords.
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It's a small village she's in right now, and the people are few, but what they fight for is no less important. Their crops, their cattle, their families and homes, those are things worth keeping, and Diana has taken part in many a great war before, but this is just as meaningful in her eye.
She should like for peaceful resolutions, but peace isn't always an option. Sometimes words have to give way to shield and sword, and that is why she's sitting on a horse right now, along with a few hundred armed warriors as well, waiting in heavy silence as they look on to the contour of the plains in the distance. Raindrops fall heavy on her face, roll down her cheeks, weigh down her hair, but she ignores that, her eyes never leaving the horizon as she waits.
She waits, and finally she sees them, the large group of bandits fast approaching them. They want the village, she knows, the prime position near the sea, and they don't care that they would be killing hundreds to manage that. That's the way of the world, and she's not naïve; the nature of Men hardly surprises her anymore.
A thunder cracks in the sky, but she barely blinks, drawing out her sword and waiting. A few of the people nearer to her seem a little more unsettled as a second lightning draws a line down the sky and in the distance reaches the ground itself, but she figures it's only fear. It's only normal. But it's also something they'll have to work past right now, or any hope they may have will be lost.
Their enemy approaches, and she lifts her sword in the air, yells out a battle cry, another until they are all yelling alongside her, then together, they urge their horses into a gallop and charge forward, trampling whatever fear lingers and putting their hearts and minds to the edge of their swords.