[color=gray][center][h1][color=red]Nεкαятα[/color][/h1][/center][hr]
Nekarta released a tired sigh as yet another brawn-for-brains decided to speak up. Did no one but her understand the value in information? Sadly, it seemed even the world was conspiring against Nekarta, as the onslaught of terrified villagers preceded the invasion of the Kothar soldiers.

"My, my, my, now there's something you don't see every day." Nekarta cooed with audible glee as the towering war-elephant barreled through a house, leveling the shoddily constructed building. Using the chaos that ensued as Charu made her grand appearance, Nekarta silently slithered away from the main group. She was no front-line fighter, preferring to pick off more isolated targets...[hr]
Demetrius coughed and wheezed as he pushed himself back up to his shaking feet through the help of his shield. He had only just barely managed to jump out of the way as that monster burst through the building, hot on the heels of a thundering war drum. "Euripides! Icintus! [i]Cough[/i] Is anybody out there?" He shouted as the dust of the crumbling building obscured his vision.

Disoriented, the man stumbled through the remaining rubble as the sounds of battle erupted all around him; making it impossible to orient himself. No one had warned any of them the Mennonites had access to such war-beasts! Still coughing up dust, the soldier suddenly came to a halt. From the plumes of dust washing the urban battlefield, he saw a figure approach; it's shape but a silhouette in the smoke. "Halt! Who [i]cough[/i] goes there?" He shouted as loud as he could as he leveled his spear and shield, preparing himself to lunge at the person.

Yet not even his wildest dreams, or perhaps in only his wildest dreams, had he been prepared for the sight emerging from the dust. It was a woman, that much was blatantly obvious. Nearly naked, she strode up towards him; her blood red hair swaying softly in the wind. Thinking she was merely a mirage or something, Demetrius stood silent and simply stared at the ethereal figure; until a loud crack suddenly filled the air. Shaking his head, he winced as he could feel warm blood running down his arm. Only now did he noticed that the woman was holding what appeared to be a whip in her hand.

Like a viper, she struck again; the tip cracking the air. Only this time Demetrius was prepared, raising his shield to take the blow. A whip was hardly considered a weapon of war, it was a tool designed to inflict pain, not death. Yet it had one property no other weapon had...

As Demetrius marched forwards, he suddenly cried out as a searing pain tore through his shoulder. The whip had struck the edge of his shield and curved around it; striking him in his shoulder. His instinct of a soldier kicked in, warning him to use his shield to block for the blows. Yet at the same time, his more basic instinct kicked in; his brain urging him to turn away from the pain.

Determined and gritting his teeth, he carefully marched forwards; wincing as the blows kept angling around the shield, some striking armor, others striking flesh. He had barely crossed half the distance between them and his arms and legs were already red with crimson, adrenaline dulling some, but not all, of the pain. A sudden crack filled the air as the world went black, the weighted tip of the whip striking through the slit of his helmet.

Crying out in pain, Demetrius grabbed for his face; dropping his spear in the process. A nasty gash ran diagonally across his face, taking out his left eye entirely while the blood gushing from the wound poured into his remaining good eye. He barely even had time to register the wound as a sudden weight collided with him, knocking the shield out of his hand and sending him tumbling backwards into the ground. Another cry escaped his mouth as his hands were wrenched from his face and pinned to the ground as searing pins were driving through his wrists, anchoring his arms to the ground.

"Hnngg... Ah! Please! Ah! Hngg..." He cried out, squirming around as he felt the woman straddle his stomach. He desperately tried to tear his arms free, but the pins cut into his flesh, quickly halting his attempts. Panting and gritting his teeth, he awaited the inevitable blade to slit his throat.

"Shh, shh, it's going to be okay." The woman swooned in a calming tone. He felt the woman leaning forwards, her smell filling his nostrils. No matter how gorgeous she looked, all he could smell was death. A whimper escaped his mouth as he felt something warm and wet running up his cheek... Was... Was this woman licking him? 

"Mmnn... Oh, I can taste your fear." The woman crooned, practically gyrating her hips in his lap. "Ah... Hah... P-please.. Please don- Mmn!" He stammered, before the woman pressed a finger to his lips. "May Marra grant you wisdom in the afterlife." Like a coiled viper, she struck; digging her teeth into his exposed neck. His cries quickly turning into wet gurgles as blood filled his throat...[hr]
Nekarta pulled away with a wet tear, a chunk of the man's neck sliding down her throat. Licking her crimson lips, she shuddered as the man's thoughts assaulted her senses. Anger, fear and a deep-seated contempt towards her swelled within her chest as the last chaotic thoughts of the man she just killed whirled around inside her mind, before just as quickly a cold darkness once again draped over her. Letting out a satisfied sigh, she looked down at her quarry; the poor man laying in the bloodied mud, his one good eye staring up at her. "Marra be praised."

Satisfied, Nekarta pulled her throwing daggers from the man's wrists and stood up; curious to see how the rest of the team was doing.[/color]