Desperation

Desert of Skulls

Tarmen stood on shaky legs feeling the power of the wind pick up around the oasis, lifting sand and dust into a whilrlwind, even small rocks were starting to swirl around the young woman, whose bright eyes flashed with raw power and anger.

The dark robed woman whose nose was clearly broken and bleeding, tumbled out of reach and unsheathed her scimitar. She came around trying to keep Tarmen and the witch in her periphery. The man from Kru'll realised he should have gone for the blade, as the other assassin, the one who spent most time teasing him, barked an order at the woman, who turned and launched herself, sword raised, at Tarmen.

From his belt he pulled a whip, letting the long leather coil unwrap itself, to the ground, before with a mighty swing of arm and torso he sent it flying towards the woman. Flicking his wrist at the last minute he pulled it backward, cracking it against her face. The sound of it hitting and scoring her flesh, carrying over the wind she commanded.

The young woman traveler staggered back and screamed in pain, lifting her hand to stop the flow of blood. The wind around her broke for a few moments as her concentration broke.