Ian Temero
Knight of Swords
Tannia watched the orc die in front of her, watched him struggle for life, with cold indifference in her eyes. It wasn't the first time she had killed someone, nor was it the second. She had honestly lost track of how many people had been slain by her hand. She waited for him to take his final breath before she allowed her shoulders to relax. Rossle came over and patted her on the back but she didn't say anything. That's always how her life had been, fighting to keep what was hers.
But this life was supposed to have been different. That had been the deal. That she'd put down her sword and take up the hammer instead. And yet here she was with blood on her hands once more. She watched as the missive dog dragged the body away, the trial of crimson a perfect simile for the past she had left behind. And for the future to come it would seem. If that was the case, she told to herself as she left to go find the mop, she was going to need armor and a sword.
Once a warrior always a warrior.