[center] [color=#308014][h2]Foul Defilers and the Anger of a Hero[/h2][/color] [img]http://i.imgur.com/EslvDKR.jpg?1[/img] [img]http://www.halaqah.net/v10/artikel/divider.png[/img] Beasts, nay beasts weren’t fitting for the monsters before her. They were monsters and they had brought death to the Monastery she had called a home for many years. Even in her anger, Pricia would not give these monsters an easy death by allowing them to die at the hands of her transformation. She wanted to feel the bones break and shatter under the forces of her own body and that is exactly what she would do. As the skeletons advanced upon her, Pricia ducked a sword swing and swung a leg under in a sweep to knock down the skeletons. The first of the two fell for the attack while the second hopped away quickly. Pricia took this chance to stomp on the skeleton’s leg bones, shattering them after two hits. The creature screeched in agony and tried to crawl away only for Pricia to grab its sword and stab through the creatures rib cage, pinning it to the position it was in. The second skeleton watched on in silent study of its adversary as she fought the first skeleton. It watched as she tore the first’s arm out of socket and ended the battle by tearing the monster’s head off and cast it aside. The squirming of the first skeleton had stopped a while before but the young hero had been in such a rage at those who dared defiled the Monastery. It was also sorrow which had taken over Pricia at this point as she remembered looking at the pyre which sat in the center of the large hall. She recalled a lesson which she had been taught early on in her days at the Monastery. [img]http://www.halaqah.net/v10/artikel/divider.png[/img] [i]”You see this fire young one?” asked her Mentor as she walked into the hall. “Yes Master, it is very big and pretty.” responded Pricia. “Oh, quite good. I am sure the Goddess likes you quite well. This fire is the Great Fire of Goethia. As long as this fire burns, Goethia is alive and well. If the fire dies, it means Goethia’s powers have left the world. It will be a sad day for all those who rely on the protection of Goethia should she die. It is our job to keep watch of this fire and do anything possible to make sure it burns. When you grow old one day, you will come back here and tend the fire like I do.” said the woman. [/i] [img]http://www.halaqah.net/v10/artikel/divider.png[/img] Pricia stared at the second skeleton who now eeked out a sort of chuckle at the young woman. It had observed Pricia’s fight with the first and wouldn’t fall for any tricks this time. But it wasn’t tricks which she was going to use against the skeleton. Instead, Pricia grabbed onto the wrists of the skeleton when it tried to swing its blade at her. In a single movement, the young hero ripped the hands of the skeleton. She took the bone blade from its hand and started to smack the blunt of the blade against the monster of bones. Many bones cracked and almost shattered but Pricia finished the creature by knocking its head off. With the battle over, Pricia walked over to the hanging Priest. She knew not who he was nor how long he had been here but not even he deserved to hang there for the rest of the times his body would last. Pricia walked outside carrying the body of the Priest and went back in to grab the bones of the skeletons, even a monster deserves a burial. For about thirty minutes Pricia worked to dig the graves and placed them gently inside each grave. She refilled the graves and stood over them for a short moment. [color=6CA6CD]” Sleep well, Protector of the Fire of Goethia. Live well in the afterlife knowing that you’ve done what you can to Protect our Goddess. Ye monsters of the dark and killers of man. May your soul rest well in the afterlife even if you didn’t earn it in the living.”[/color] Pricia said before walking inside the monastery. There was a chest at the end of the hall which she cautiously approached. She knew not what was inside but the young hero would try to open it and see what artifacts might be inside it. [/center]