Thundering over the sand, horse and rider tore into the fray in a frenzy. Before the horse even threw its weight back onto its hind legs coming into a sliding stop, Yori kicked her feet free. Withdrawing her sword quickly, she swung her leg over the back of the moving animal, jumping to the ground. The jolt passed through her feet, numbing her legs. Only a little unsteady, Yori glared at a brute who just kicked one of the merchants in the face. Sprinting with her sword drawn, Yori darted through the chaos to reach and maim her first victim. At one point she sidestepped a fearful black horse backing into her path. Still undeterred, she raised her weapon, its razor sharp metal glinting in the sunlight. Almost there.
The designated opponent half-turned Yori's way after intimidating a woman who cowered down beside the man with a bleeding nose. Realizing he was the target of her attack he readied himself for a fight.
Rage burning in her eyes, Yori came upon the man hard. Unmercilessly, her sword cleaved the air in two right where the man's body should have been. She had missed, but the man had plenty of time to dodge. Swinging her blade sharply to the left in a sweeping arch, she pursued the man while blindly ignoring everyone else. There had to of at least been twenty of the strangers surrounding the merchants putting up interesting, but short fights with the few who could still fight. Yori being one of them.
As hefty as her opponent appeared, he was certainly lighter on his feet than he should have been. Perhaps more used to moving on the sand than herself, but even now she was learning through trial and error. In order to push off with one foot to move to her left she had to dig down to the more compact layers. This made her considerably slower, needing the time to contemplate every move.
Grimacing, she thrust her weapon at the man's chest finding an opening as he began to counter. Instead of a bloody corpse, she watched as the man raised and stretched his arms towards her then hollowed out his chest, pulling his stomach in. Curving his back and only taking one step back onto his left foot, Yori watched through frustrated grey eyes as her weapon literally missed by an inch of his heart. He was so close. So [badword] close. Yori had to kill. She needed to kill, especially this one man. Once disposed of, she'd take on anyone else. Even the bodyguards if they so dared!
When she pulled her weapon away to recover, he attempted his counter again. Yori swung at him, but the man easily dropped his arm out of the direct path. Neither were gaining any ground. A growl of pure hatred rumbled deep within her throat. She'd found the firmer layer of sand with her right foot after all the exchanges so far. Pushing off, she leapt forward aiming for more distance than height. To onlookers it appeared she simply took a giant step forward. Keeping her sword close to have her opponent miscalculate distance she waited for her left foot to land then struck harder and faster.
The swing would have sliced an arm in two or spilled guts from an open belly. Unfortunately, her sword tip barely put a scratch into the man's chest before he was bending backwards. Another of the attackers was coming. Yori caught a glimpse of him running to the aid of his friend. And now another. Wait was that a woman amongst thieving men? What did it matter? They'd all die!
Keeping her opponent on his toes, she waited for the other male to come close before swinging in a wide arc. At best, she simply kept him at bay. When the female finally showed Yori had become more physical. She'd swing her sword one way and kick out in the other. They were all smart enough to keep out of reach, but the small bleeding scratch on one's chest gave her slight hope. She pursued him, preferring to fight him over the two accomplices.
"Today I will feast on your blood!" She finally screamed. For the first time since the fight began, since her haunting memories surfaced drawing her ever deeper into the need to kill, she spoke out.