My Kill

Ainia pushed herself up from the ground, anger filling her. Anger at herself for not finishing the Saxon, and anger at Arthur for killing him first. In an odd moment of emotional turmoil she lifted her katana over her head, and swung it down upon a Saxon's twitching body. A sickening crack startled Arthur and he turned looking at the young warrior.

Her stance was one of anger, her blood stained hands grasped her two katanas with a frightening force. She looked like a demon that bathed in the blood of the innocent. Arthur unknowingly took a step back in fear as he saw small chunks of bone and flesh stuck to her weapons and face.

Breathing heavily she moved forward only to be met with an oriental blade to her throat. The men gathered and watched the woman. Her left eyebrow lifted and she turned towards the wielder of the blade. Her stance was one of grace but alertness and all Knights but one where vaguely aware of the similarities between this warrior and one of their own.

With his Knights by his side Arthur seemed to gather enough courage to approach closer to the woman. "Your name woman."

The girl's other eyebrow arched and she was surprised to hear herself speak so calmly. "Wouldn't you like to know." She said with no emotion on her face but in her eyes it danced.

Ainia could hear the sound of snickering and she turned to study the men that surrounded her. Slowly she lifted her arms to place her katanas in their sheaths but as she did the blade against her neck pushed harder. Rolling her eyes she continued her actions, her neck now bleeding she looked at the man who held the sword. Without thought she grabbed the blade tightly. The knights all looked at her shockingly as she began to bleed.

Ainia watched as the knight nodded and slowly put away his weapon turning to the commander he spoke, his voice soft but gruff and deep, "She is an Amazon."

The other knights gasped and looked at her with amazement. Each took a guarding step back as she looked at them again.

Arthur once again spoke, "Your name lady, what is it?"

"Ainia." She spoke, "My name is Ainia."

Arthur watched as she ripped cloth from her already short under skirt and began to wipe the blood from her palm. The cloth was a deep brown with odd embroidery on it. When finished cleaning the wound she walked to the man with the sword and handed it to him.

He looked at it for a moment, the other knights thinking her crazy. Slowly he shook his head no. The knights noticed her insulted look before she dropped it at his feet. "Then I have no obligation to you. Remember that silent knight, next time you are being beat by a Saxon."

The other knights gasped and the silent knight stared at the woman in fury. Turning to the forest she raised her fingers to her mouth and whistled an almost deafening sound to the knights.

When she stopped all was silent for a moment before the sounds of hoof beats could be heard. Riding through the forest boundary with incredible speed was three other female riders and a saddled horse. The knights noticed it was the horse from before the battle.

With quick and skillfull movements she swung herself onto the horse, patting its neck before look at her companions. The first to reach her was her twin sister Antandre. A smirk passed between them as she sat back in her saddle. Despite their realtion they looked complelety diffrent. Ainia had long wavy black hair with amythesyt eyes while Antandre had short blonde hair and black eyes.

"By the look on your face sister I would assume you had fun playing?" Antandre's voice was teasing and the knights were surprised at the two girls obviously diffrent personalities.

Ainia proceeded to glare at her sister with daggers in her eyes, but Tristan could tell that she was meerily jesting. "Nay, dear sister I had no fun for what I came here for was taken from me." pointing at the leader quickly she spoke, "He killed him."

Antandre's eyes fell downcast before returning to there normal luster. Jumping down from her saddle she waved the two younger girls forward and the proceeded to dismount also. Out of the corner of his eye Tristan could see Ainia roll her eyes and dismount again. Quickly she walked up to Arthur, walking around him, her hand holding her chin in her hand as if inspecting him. The younger girls smirked and the knights held back laughter as Arthur shifted uncomfortably under her stern gaze.

Ainia watched impatiently as her sister and two cousins began to laugh. Stomach growling, Ainia walked to her saddle bag and pulled out a green apple and a dagger cutting it skillfully she took a bite not minding the small amounts of blood the got onto the apple or lips. It was a few seconds before she noticed the knights staring at her curiously.

"What?" she asked harshly.

Arthur spoke for his knights, "Nothing my lady, nothing at all. If I may ask why did you join this battle?"