Lady Carahan Mikayazi
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Mikayazi pulls her blade from the chest of an undead spearmen, his light chest piece being no match for the thrust of her sword.  Not spending a moment to watch, she quickly swung her blade to the right to decapitate another abomination, both bodies falling to the ground and crumbling to dust.  She hadn't slowed down since the beginning of the battle, she had no need to. Her opponents were rotting corpses that lacked finesse, fine movement and strategy. While she did have to make sure she didn't end up surrounded, these small pockets of undead were of little match to her and her blade.  Peering to her left, she smiled at the sight of Sakura, her captain, swinging her naginata down in a heavy arc, splitting a man's head in two.  She had been trained well.

But they all have.  The training camps that Mikayazi had set up when she inherited the throne had done wonders on her populace. All able bodied men and women were required to train and graduate from the training camp.  In these times, everyone needed to be able to defend their home from an unstoppable force. And it was something very few people complained about. Who wouldn't want to be compensated to learn how to protect their family from invaders? And they were doing it well.  The mindless shamblers were being slain at a quick rate.  If they kept this up, it'd be cle-

Mikayazi suddenly cringes in pain, nearly dropping her sword to cover her ears in an attempt to stop the screaming. Nagri... she's only seen one, but... it was enough to know what they're capable of.  Not the rotting corpses of the shambler, they were as able bodied as any normal human and had a scream that could burst ear drums at close range.  Which means, her militia's training would be put to the test.

"FORMATIONS!" Sakura screamed. "Poles arms in front, bowmen in the back.  Priority target are the Nagri, aim for the chest, pierce their lungs!" Men and woman rushed back and forward, making a line formation, with those armed with bows taking the back.  "FIRE AT WILL!" Sakura shouted , arrows whizzing past her face as they stuck distant Nagri like pin cushions.  The group would stay in one spot and priortize defending the archers from approaching undead.  Mikayazi smiled and turned back toward the undead, her grip on her sword tightened. Things were finally about to get interesting. 

Flashing her blade, she ran toward the nearest undead, her way cry rivaling the Nagri.