“You know, even if I ran, I’d be in trouble.” Lore said, a grin ever present on her face. She slid her sword back into her sheath, gloved hands coming up in front of her defensively yet peacefully. The mugger cocked an eyebrow, yet his own weapon remained at the ready, along with his companions surrounding the single traveler.
“So why don’t we do it this way. I’ll just give you all my gold and continue on my way?” She trilled playfully, which peaked the burglar’s interest.
“Who said anything about gold? You’re all alone. Who’s gunna protect a little girl like you?” He sneered, licking his lips to imply all their deplorable intents. Lore sighed through her nose and placed her hands on her hips, giving a shrug.
“I guess it can’t be helped. What with an attractive woman like me, who on this wonderful planet would come to my dainty rescue? All I have on me is a sword that I don’t even know how to wield.” She cried out pathetically, placing the back of her hand on her forehead. The muggers advanced toward her, as if to take advantage of her naiveté.
She then arched her foot and sprung forward with speed the bandits did not see coming, her stalky frame somehow agile and swift. Her sword was drawn in a heartbeat, plunged deeply into the throat of the one who had addressed her in a few quick steps. The others around her were frozen in shock, which allowed her to spin on her heel, withdraw her now bloody blade, to swipe down on her next opponent mercilessly.
Snapping to, the single archer in the group let loose his already fitted arrow, which grazed the leather jacket Lore wore. She paused when she felt the force of it pass by her, then glanced at him disapprovingly; “Do you know how long it takes to mend a leather jacket like this?”
“I’ll find out when I take it off your dead body!” He growled back, locking another arrow into place. Lore saw this and twisted to her left, where another mugger had been standing. She grabbed his arms and pulled him forward, blocking the arrow that would have gone through her chest, but instead went through his. She had run through another man’s gut by the time her human shield was fallen. Her last opponent was the archer, to which she pulled a dagger from her belt and threw, the blade landing in his shoulder to simultaneously cut through the quiver strap. The archer howled in pain, but only long enough for Lore to silence him with a follow up dagger.
In a few minutes, the muggers were searched and their valuables taken, Lore jingling their collective gold sacks with a grin on her face.
“Man, wanted men are so easy to seduce.” She grinned, heading toward the village to collect her reward. “Who’s going to protect me, he asked…”
She placed her hands on her hips and looked down at the village from where she stood, laughing lightly. “Well the greatest fighter in the world, Lore, of course!!”
Author Lyric Goins, Artist Viceroy for Dwarven Tavern and creator of Tavern Club.