Libe spent her time on the boat listening to what everyone else was talking about. Most of it was just idle chatter and woes about the coming hunt. Libe found a secluded spot on the ship and practiced a few swings, trying to get into the mind if the enemy. She wasn’t fighting mere men this time, but monsters in the shape of men. They likely used claws, teeth, and spikes like animals. This actually eased Libe’s mind. She could kill animals. She imagined what a battle against the monster would be like and started moving her body and sword to replicate that battle in her mind. She imagined the monster was swift for its size, as a sluggish monster would have never have survived for this long on its own. Despite that Libe was faster, avoiding its talons and fins while slicing into its unarmored body parts. It’s scales were no doubt able to foil a lighter blade, and besides Libe had learned not to bother piercing armor anyways.

By the time Libe had stained the beast in her head the ship had landed. Libe leapt off the ship and onto the shore taking in the desolate sight. This barren rock looked better off buried underneath the sea. Perhaps a prison could be built here to keep the insane isolated from society. Either way it was an ugly place and Libe wouldn’t mind leaving soon.

As she wandered the shore for a bit many have already left to go scout the island. One person, Anastasia, was trying to rally her mercenaries to assemble. Just like with Captain Drystan, Libe was familiar with the Ballanger family and their mysterious new member. A foreign woman with no known ties to any nobility or renown, best known for her swordsmanship and her sudden rise into power. She was trying to rally the other hunters, but even her own men seemed uninterested in her commands. This made Libe suspect that Anastasia was either a fool who stumbled into her position, or she never had intended for her own men to escape this island alive. Libe was all too familiar with the type of women who could throw away the lives of dim witted men who’d gladly fall into their swords for money or lust. That was the type of woman Libe vowed never to become.

Though the words of Libe’s sister rang in her mind, she figured that it would be best for her to seek out the monsters on her own for now. If she did find any, she would at least alert the others first so that they can witness her skill in battle. But little did Libe know the monsters around find her first. She heard the dying screams of sailors as Libe turned towards the water and saw the Rancid Eel go down. Libe steeled herself as drew her sword as she heard the beasts swim closer to shore.

Four creatures walked ashore. Glancing around Libe could tell they were going after other hunters. A large one went west where the captain had gone. Another went east where Libe had seen a few more hunters travel. Two more, the twins of the litter it seemed, came to the area where Libe and Anastasia was. As the aristocratic tried to rally her people, Libe wasted no time engaging the other fish monster. Taking out a dagger she flung it at the monster nailing it right in the shoulder. Some blood seeped from the wound, but her dagger did not bury itself very deep. It did get the creature’s attention.

The monster charged at Libe as she braved herself. It shot its claw forward to Libe’s face to cut her eyes out but she was able to duck underneath the swipe and sliced her blade down into the Beast from shoulder to hip. Or at least that’s what would’ve happened. But the monster’s scales were tougher than she had anticipated and while her blade dig into its flesh, it slowed her blade just long enough for the Beast to take another swing at Libe. She was forced to jump back and pull her blade out from its shoulder. [color=goldenrod]”Hmph. You’re just a little bit tougher then I thought.”[/color]  The creature was bleeding heavily from its shoulder with a wound at least four inches deep. Libe knew she had cut into bone and the fish man’s right arm hung limp as it struggled to move it. Swiping the blood off her blade Libe took on her defensive stance.

The fishman roared and charged at Libe again. This time she also charged and just as he lashed out at Libe she sidestepped so that her blade would cut into the fish man’s hand, slicing through from his middle finger down to its forearm. It screamed in pain as Libe swiftly dispatched it: she kicked the monster in the back of its knee so that it knelt onto the sand, and with her blade poised above her head she sliced the fish man’s head clean from its shoulder. It’s ghastly visage left a disgusted feeling in the pit of Libe’s stomach.

[color=goldenrod]”Disgusting.”[/color]