Her wet auburn hair tickled her face is it got swept away by the wind. Her deep hazel eyes were determined and she did not look at if she could take no for an answer. Alanna's hands were firmly gripping the reins as her mare galloped forwards steadily. Moonlight's chestnut coat glistened with sweat, hooves pounding harder than the rain thundering down.
Several soldiers whisked by her as if part of the gale surrounding them. Her orbs twinkled brightly in the haze of the afternoon and dust as if singled out.
She wasn't far now.
Alanna skidded to a stop, eyes flashing fiercely, whipping out her sword. She lunged. Metal met flesh, slicing deeply through layers of skin. The Conte cried out in pain and slumped forwards onto his knees, his purple eyes dimming by the second. His final words were croaked in a mere whisper to which only Alanna could hear.
She glanced around at all the ruckus and allowed herself a small smile.
