[color=662d91][center][h2]Harken[/h2][/center][/color]
Harken gasped for breath as she looked upon the approaching lady of Dark Clothing, Xia. No signs of any magic, [i]yet...[/i] That black dress was more perculiar that anything she'd seen, and she found herself pondering on what was that thing in front of her eyes. [i]An Artefact of the Shadow...[/i] Harken grimaced at the sight of Xia's glasses. She tensed up at the lady's young appearance, she'd heard of some Darkfiends capable of changing their face. [i]Must never let down my guard...[/i] 

[color=a187be]"No! I live and die together with the spear!! We are proud warriors married to none but the spear, and the Spear Maidens of the Borderlands will not yield to the likes of Thag'dron!"[/color] The five finger's of her left hand scraped the surface of the soil. She knew what would happen after calling the true name of the Dark Lord. The incoming searing pain that reaches all the way down the bones, that will surface towards the very soul. But what does it matter anyways, since the Dark Pits Atudusna is the last place before she would cease to exist.

Nothing happened.

[color=a187be]"Eh...? Impossible..."[/color] The shaft of Harken's spear dropped upon her buckler. Every single time without fail, she had seen those unfaithful to the Dark Lord naming him. And he was sealed deep within Atudusna, The Darkest Lands, but his name carries that influence. Nobody had ever killed a Dark General in a thousand years, let alone the Dark Lord. Yet the Dark Lord's name carries little meaning here... [i]Now to mention, she doesn't look like she was lying, wasn't she...?[/i]

[color=a187be]"... I was in the middle of a battle against those damned traitors... Are there anybody else with me?"[/color] Harken placed her bloodstained veil to one side, chucking her spear back to her quiver. Her hand was still near her side, as if ready to draw at anytime she needed. Yet she showed no killing intention, it was just how she was taught, a habit that she found it hard to get rid of.