Power of the Ether

Arcadia's southern coast

Ekero pulled one of his hatchets from his belt and spurred his mount forward wanting to take advantage of his pony to ride down their attacker.

He had never seen anyone move as fast as this woman before and he had seen many warriors of renown in his life. It had seem unnatural but not as strange as the city of the small blue rod flying through the air and crashing with the force of a battery ram against Alexis' shield.

Riding his mount forward he passed Tarmen who was notching an arrow into his bow and the breach between women's horses trying to build speed and unsettle the silver warrior.

The woman did not budge, simply planting her feet on the wet sand and looking straight ahead. The wind and rain were now lashing across the beach, the salty air of the sea strong in the breeze.

As the small Zadrid tinker rode closer, raising his weapon, the woman released a bloodcurdling scream, that echoed across the party, so loud that everyone instinctively winced in pain, covering their ears and taking a few steps back. Such a mournful and piercing wail spine Ekero's ride and the horses nearby who bolted. The new addition to the party was thrown from his pony into the wet sand, falling with a crunching sound.

Around the silver warrior's blonde hair and cloak fluttered and streamed around her in the blowing wind...