She gripped her sword tightly, swinging with precision she allowed the sharp blade to fall over the dark clothed rebels. She moved in swift dance, her steps light. Swing, cut, swerve, always moving, no stopping, no time to stop and see where she was headed, the village was counting on her. Her clan sisters fought with her. She fought for her Princess. Silence filled the night and she stopped, surprised when there were no more dark rebels coming at her. She glanced up.
Her red skirt was ripped t