The year is 291 A.C, the end of the Chrysant is near and the Regalian force comes closer and closer to the capital by everyday. But the Nomad could care less what the ailor pricks are doing, she has one target and that has not changed since the start of the Chrysant. It was time, both of his Undercros were killed in the fight beforehand, all he had was two Jogro to protect his tent now, everyone else was sleeping. It took her months, but she finally got her hands on fire bite, it was time. She put her half-helmet on, the names of those she lost engraved on it, and now crysteel glasses implanted in the eyeholes. The horse she had stolen in the previous battle sat outside the tent, waiting for her escape.
She walked towards the tent in the dead of night, her longmaw spear sat in her vengeful talons, her crysteel glasses gleaming in the moonlight. Her Jogro armor clanking as the warrior made her way into the tent, the gaze of the blue and red Digmaan landed on her, and all of his Digmaan. A twisted evil grin the Nomad had grew accustomed to grew on his face as he put his hands out innocently.
"You must be lost sweetie, your tent is on the other side of the camp I'm afraid." The Nomad looked him dead in the eyes as he said this, approaching with her fire bite in one hand and her spear in the other. She got within twenty feet, looking to the Digmaan as his Jogro got wary, pointing their own spears towards her. The Digmaan's grin grew, bringing weapons into his tent was a death sentence, that could only mean-
BOOM
The fire-bite was thrown from the bottle, the noise of the stun grenade rippled through the camp, but the Nomad was prepared with pre-made ear covers and the Crysteel glasses. She looked away while the Jogro began to yelp on the floor on the floor, the Digmaan letting out a horrid roar and clawed at his eyes and ears to no effect. But the Nomad walked, savoring every moment of what was about to happen, but she knew it would cost her life. She did not care.
She made it up to the throne, the Digmaan had no idea what was going on due to the effects of the fire bite. The Nomad stood there, popping out her Crysteel glasses and then drove the spear right through the massive Cro-Allar's heart. The Cro snapped out of it immediately, looking to the spear and then slowly rising to meet Cazzlyzza's gaze. He opened his mouth but no words came, Cazz removed the spear from his heart and all was done, but she ran.
Her horse was tethered outside the camp, confused Mu-Allar and Sa-Allar peeked their heads out of the tent, not knowing that their Digmaan just died. The Jogro who were on duty ran out, only to see a blue object riding off into the jungles of Hadar with a horse. They immediately made their call, a high pitched noise that only Allar could hear, including Cazz. Vast clanking of metal was heard as the Mu-Allar prepared their armor and weapons and then ran after the horse, their superior speed helping them greatly.
She rode for hours, her horse got tired but the wave of Mu-Allar was endless. She came to a cliff, dismounting as she heard the metal clanking in the distance, a distances that was closing rapidly. She took her spear, something which was still bloody with the blood of the Cro-Allar. She planted the head of the spear in the ground and stood, waiting for the Mu-Allar to come. The clanking of metal came closer, and then finally the raptors came from the brush, letting out war cries as they did.
They made a half-circle around the Mu-Allar, their spears and shields ready as they approached, finally the Rhax spoke up. "Cazzlyzza, surrender yourself and be killed mercifully." He said, looking to her. She shook her head, smiling and dropped herself off the cliff, going back first. The Mu-Allars shrieked, running to the edge of the cliff as the Blue and red Allar fell off the cliff. The Rhax let out an angry roar and took the spear that was imbedded in the ground, breaking it over his knee.
And so Cazzlyzza fell, she flipped in the air as she thought of her family, the one she had lost to that corrupt Cro-Allar and his Mutasj Mercenaries. She fell, thinking that she would be reunited with those she lost once more. But fate had other plans for her, as she flipped she happened to land on her feet in a pencil dive, granted it broke every bone in her leg and most of her lower ribs, she lived. A passing Es-Allar and his Al-Allar apprentices walked by the drink in which the cliff fell into. He pointed out the Mu-Allar to his Al comrades and they immediately dove into the water and retrieved her.
"Wake up dumbass, you're not done quite yet."
