[RPG] The Fallen Lady

[Phil Moniz]

Alaina entered the small theatre smiling.

Before her, lavishly showy in his best kingly attire, stood her bane. The
man who had taken everything from her and countless others. The man who had
murdered her only love.

Valius

The theatre was full to bursting with spectators. Alaina could tell the
Lords and Ladies immediately from their rich garb and the looks of contempt
and amusement worn so plainly on their faces.

There were many commoners as well, locals from the region likely allowd in
by Valius to phase her. Her smile turned to a look of dry amusement. There
were wispers of "Lady Alaina" coming from the common folk as she approached
the circle of stones that marked the dueling area. She had once ruled these
people as Lady of Anacan, not so long ago before the torches and swords of
her enemies had decended. None of that mattered now.

Alaina had eyes only for Valius, who wore no expression except that of duty
on his face. Their eyes met. Those murderous eyes. Alaina tried with all her
soul to burn out those eyes with her stare, to set this man ablaze and send
him to the judgement of the gods.

Valius slowly removed his kingly robes, never breaking Alaina's stare. Alana
cast her own, travel stained cloak aside with a whip. The crowd gasped.

Alaina wore a pair of tight fitting breeches and her twin blades hanging
from her swordbelt. That was all she wore. She was bare from the waste up,
her ample breasts sitting plumply on her chest.

"Greetings, /King/ Valius," she callde out in a biting tone. "I have come
for you. Let justice be served in front of the good peoples of Ansopen, that
they may see you atone for the scars you have left on the land. If it should
be me that falls, then let all gather here witness a true noble perish for
what is just and good in this world."

With that, she strode seductively, bared breasts and all, to the centre of
the circle. She slowly drew her two blades, marked with her fathers sigil
wich matched the small acorn pendant which hung nestled in her busom.

Valius wordlessly entered opposite her, pointedly staring her up and down.
Alaina smirked, and indicated her bare chest, "To remind you of the unborn
son you slew when you took the life of Maltheo Olik." With that, Alaina
charged.

Her charge was wreckless, and she began hammering at Valius with wer swords,
blades swirling and moving in blurred patterns. She was still smiling. They
would be together again soon.

Valius quickly settled into a defensive stance, allowing Alaina to tire
herself. Their blades clanged and shot sparks as Valius' sword seemed to
appear to block Alaina's before hers were even there.

Soon Valius' superior skill began to tell. Still Alaina smiled. She had
known full well what she was getting into. Maltheo had been more than her
superior when it came to swordplay, and this man before her had bested him.
She had known how this would end.

Suddenly, Valius shifted to the attack, and Alaina qucikly found her arms
screaming as she tried to fend off the heavy blows of her assailant. Left
and right he hacked, and with each block Alaina's movement became more
haggard, and much slower. She had aquired dozens of knicks and gashes, and
could feel the last of her energy slip away.

"Enough of this," Valius murmered, and with two hard swipes had Alaina's
swords flying across the arena. Then, putting all his weight behind it,
Valius plunged his sword deep into Alaina's torsoe, nearly to the hilt.

"MAAAAAAAAAAALTHEOOOOOO" shrieked Alaina as she collapsed to the gound
collapsed to the ground, blood quickly beginning to pool around her. The
scream eachoed loudly in the distance

She stared at the sky, her vision slowly clouding. The kiss of the steel was
cold, and she could feel hot blood trickling through her fingers. It all
seemed like a distant thought though. Abover her floated a face, slowly
forming as if from mist. Hard features appeared, and a shock of black hair.
Then came the eyes. Eyes she'd drank in countless times. Those eyes were
here home.

"Maltheo......." she breathed, letting out her last breath. Her eyes grew
grey then, and her body grew motionless. And still she smiled.

Valius turned wordlessly and strode toward his entourage, leaving his bloody
sword embedded in the fallen Lady.

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Phil Moniz
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