The men stared at her in shock, blood spattered on their faces and amour, she gave them a pretty smile and walked back to her soup. 'Bitch! Die!' the man charge with a spear, aimed right at her back she merely avoided the spear bowl still in hand. 'Umm, not bad soup, who made this?' the man charged again, now angry and in the mood for killing she quickly side stepped and with two fingers plunged into his throat ripping his esophagus to shreds.
The man quickly bled out on the floor, 'Anyone else?.. Good' she said sweetly fluttering her eyelashes. The men quickly left her alone.
Feng looked at the stars thinking of her parents and Gao, she'd lost every thing, nothing else mattered any more. She grabbed the cruel blade placing on her throat, the sharp blade was still crusted with the soldier's blood, her own blood began to seep onto the blade as her skin sliced shallowly, she sobbed dropped the blade and cried.
Slowly it began to rain the water dribbling down her dry face, tears never ran down her face, the function was altered and thus she could not do that.
Her silk black hair clung to her back and the blood on her fallen blade washed off, she thought of how Gao treated her with such kindness, such a great warrior he was. She built her resolve slowly, and she began to choke back the sobs.
The soldier who had escorted her to the camp, came up to her and showed her to a tent he had prepared. 'Thank you' she said her eye's piercing to his soul. The man shivered and averted his eyes, 'Yeah, no problem, I just heard that the men were having a go at you so, there' he stood to attention out side her tent before saluting a commanding officer.
He strode in with arrogance, 'Stand to attention miss' he commanded with an aura of authority. She blinked, 'Why is see no reason to obey your wishes' the man tried back handing her but was stopped by her own arm, 'Do not touch me' she said with steel in her voice.
'I am General Hong Jee Zao, and if you don't give me your obedience… I'll have you killed!' Feng just began drying her hair with a towel, refusing to look at the esteemed general. He drew his sword, only to have Feng send across the tent.
'You have no authority over me!' Feng growled at the shaken General, after looking down he noticed that it was a young girl that had so much rage. He frowned, 'You' he pointed to his guard. 'Get some cloths for this girl' they saluted and strode out single file. The man's flat green eyes mechanically sized up the young girl.
He turned to the original guard at the entrance, 'triple the guard on this girl'
He strode into the rain. She listened to him leave, the rain hitting the hollow metal amour of the general.
The new cloths were made of the finest silk. Obviously the general had spared no expense on the emperor's guest. She breathed in the smell of the dying rain.
Bowls of food were placed before her as well as some medicines to protect her from gaining a cold.
She breathed deep, shivering in the brisk morning air. He Crystalline blue eyes scanned the roaming hills that she knew in any direction lead to the oceans. The scent of the sea rolled in on the winds billowing her silk dress.
She scanned the camp of the twenty or so men all years older all with obsidian orbs for eyes. She was the out cast of this group she could sense that the men were angry at her but they also had fear.
The general she sensed had the similar eyes to hers, but they sparkled green.
She scanned her memories to see if anything similar had appeared in her life.
'Its going to get bloody today' said the general who was suddenly beside her.
'What?' the General moved his flat green eyes towards the girl smiling, but his eyes betrayed no hint of happiness.
'The camp is going to be under attack today at some point the enemy has slipped through the emperor he is coming back. Our orders are to stand our ground and halt all perusing assassins. Bar you of course' she smiled back, the same chilling smile. 'Of course'
she wandered off.
The general the silently whisked a walkie-talkie out of his belt, 'All units go!'
Feng heard it first a thump, thump of air pressure as it got louder she realized that none of the men in the tents were actually breathing, their dead! She thought what? Three large black flying machines her eyes told her gathering data from the men inside and their weapons.
Ropes fell from the now hovering black machines men streamed down to the ground,
Strange amour covered their bodies and black stick weapons that fired projectiles were aimed at her finally, one of the big black demons descended, landing gently on the ground, the huge spinning blades at the top of it slowed down and three men stepped out two had blood red eyes, their faces hidden by masks and the projectile weapons aimed in her direction.
The man in the middle had an ample belly, a beard and carried no weapon.
The general walked out to the man and saluted the fat man, before being handed one of the projectile weapons. Fang stood confused on the ground the grass still throbbing in the wind pressure from the giant black demons. The man walked up to her flanked by his guards. 'Hello Feng, it's nice to meet you again'. She wobbled before collapsing to the ground.
The choppers flew off with their dangerous cargo while men clambered aboard the crafts, while scanning the area for enemies,
'We're clear sir, no danger now' the fat man received over the head set. 'Good let's move out' the helos pitched sideways and flew off the large island heading for a nearby Aircraft carrier boat bearing the symbol of a large yellow star and red flag.