Twas just as she suspected as she tailed hastily the black armored ne'er do wells atop her steed Argo. Their shadowed horses' galloping strides had steadily increased as the ill men neared the forest, already brandishing their tainted weapons and urging their dark steeds to hasten forth with a malicious jab of their pointed sabatons into the seemingly blistered ribs of the corrupted creatures. What right had they to be called knights when they treated their fair steeds like cattle? It just showed evidence enough to the armored woman that these bastards were up to no good at all, and in no way were they knights of honor. Right as Irina and Argo neared them, the men had seized a carriage, an eloquently decorated carriage too, only such an elegance as this could belong to nobility...or rather...royalty. "Those fiends!" She growled beneath her helm, urging Argo, her mighty Clydesdale, to gallop faster as she drew her longsword swiftly and readied her attack. They had already beaten her to the carriage, running it, along with its passengers and the horses who bear the burden of carrying it, off course from the slender pathway and into the thick of the shady forest. Twas then the mongrels wrenched open the carriage's door with such brutish strength and dragged from it....a girl.....and by the looks of her flouncy and lavish attire...matching so perfectly with her snow white hair...she was a noblewoman!

"Argo, faster!" Irina called to her steed, now galloping full force in a rush towards the evil men. Suddenly, Irina leapt from her horse and dove onto one of them, her sword instantly piercing through the bastard's neck, just underneath the rim of his dark helm, and the force sending the two armored knights crashing to the soft grass below with such a jarring force, disorienting the female knight for a while as she stood shakily and regained her footing, pulling her sword red with blood from the dead man. The others soon glared upon her from behind the visor of their helms, one staying behind to guard the girl, their captive, while his partner in this auspicious and vile of crimes charged forth with his weapon drawn in rage, a battle-axe. Mindlessly, the fiend swung his heavy blade in a fit of rancor towards the knight, Irina easily dodging the predictable blows of such a cumbersome weapon. She blocked his next strike with the blunt of her sword, the weight of the axe pushing her back a little into a stumble, but she quickly parried the bastard's attempt at a death blow and sent her sword deep through his leather and chainmail coat. Now there was only one left to vanquish, and by the looks of him gripping his blade with such paroxysm and malice to the knight, Irina was certain he was rather pissed that she had slain his malevolent comrades.

"GRRR! Die you nave!" He bellowed. Foaming at the mouth was this one, and just as foolish as his friends, madly hacking away with his sword but landing not a single hit upon the armor of Irina. His form was indeed sloppy. He was letting his anger guide the blade rather than himself. And as such...he would be finished in a matter of seconds. All it took was one final thrust forward from the dark warrior and Irina sidestepped him with ease, her blade meeting the meat of his unprotected, bare neck and sliding across for one fatal slice to the jugular. Down went the fool gargling painfully on his own blood, grasping at the gaping wound of his throat before succumbing slowly to his final demise. Irina took a few short, but heavy breaths, sheathing her crimsoned sword before she approached the damsel in distress. Now that she was closer to the woman in need, Irina could grasp a better view of her subtle features. My....this one was quite the noblewoman indeed....she was beautiful as such. "Are you alright, m'lady?" Irina offered her hand to the girl, a soft smile crossing her lips from behind the visor of her helm. "I know not why these fiends would harm a beautiful lass such as thee, but they had intention to. I was fortunate enough to stop them before they brought you harm."