dirtylittesecret and sarjin

The summer night’s breeze danced with the midnight blue strands, spinning them around her bare shoulders as she unraveled the bandaged that bounded her breasts so tightly against her chest. The ripples within the water reflected the moon and its clear skies as she walked near its shore. It had been days since she was able bathe and months since she was able to bathe in peace. The town where her target was located was a mere hour’s travel away from here so traveling there before the sun would even think about opening its heavy eyes would be no problem for Gisa. Taking thirty minutes to bathe and relax before she headed off to follow through with her job would not hindrance the mission.

Her head tilted slightly as she entered the chilled waters. Her soft rosy, full lips slightly parting as a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. The moon’s reflection casted a blue light against the right half of her ivory skin, creating a beautiful shadow along the deep dip on her naked back. Surprisingly dainty hands glided along the rippling surface before cupping the chilled water in her hands and running it over her face. The water trickled down her narrow shoulders and met in the middle of two ample yet small mounds of breasts with pink nipples that perked proudly on her chest. Gisa couldn’t help but sink deeper into the water.

The moon’s light suddenly caught the thick eyelashes that framed two almond-shaped emerald eyes before Gisa fully emerged herself in the water, swimming towards the waterfall that sat high on rocks within the river. She pulled herself up out of the water, feeling the violent roar of the water coming down on her in hopes of washing away any persistent dirt that may have clung to her body. She pushed her hair out of her face as she closed her eyes, scrubbing her body with her hands. It took less than ten minutes and once she was done, Gisa went back into the water and swam towards the edge once more. She shook herself slightly once she was fully out of the water and pulled her wet, shoulder-length hair up into a masculine matter with a piece of fabric she always kept tied around her wrist.

She made her way up towards the tree linings, hoisting herself up only long enough to grab her belongings and pulling them downwards. Gisa started off tying her breasts down tightly before putting on the iron plated armor and then a satin red outfit that practically covered the lower half of her face. Over the red clothing, she armored herself up with chain armor that would protect her most vital organs. Any other woman would stammer to even put on the iron plate as it was a very heavy peace of armor but Gisa had lived with armor for more than six years now as she was reaching the age of twenty one. She hooked her weapons around the iron belt that connected itself to her armor and stood straight up, tying the red mask around her face so her gender could be completely sealed before heading down towards the town where she’d follow through with the mission.

As she planned, it only took Gisa an hour or so to reach the town. She entered it carefully, pulling out the piece of paper that her employer gave her that described her target and included a drawn picture. The moon was still high in the sky and Gisa figured it would be sometime before the sun would rise so she decided to take this time to look for the location of her target- striking unexpectedly in the early morning hours.

"One more round" he cheered loudly to the bartender! The tavern was packed, the favored watering hole of Count Ignatius. Since the last bandit campaign he'd been leading a celebration of his own. Only stopping when the bartender had finally had enough and threw him and his rowdy bunch of miscreants and warriors out of the tavern. Tonight he'd managed to persuade the woman to stay open quite a bit later than usual.

It wasn't a difficult task when you had money to throw around, and over the last week the woman and her husband had amassed what they would typically earn in half a year. Half the village had shown up for the occassion, an amount do people that had slowly been dwindling since the beginning. Only a dozen or so remained, some were asleep on the floor, and many wouldn't make it home that night, it was one hell of a party.

Ignatius took another sip from his whiskey afterm a toast to his comrades. His messy dirty blonde hair threatened to fall into his glass as he sipped it. The hair coming to rest right about chin level in the front. His blue eyes were red from the smoke in the air and the amount of sleep he'd neglected. Nothing could keep the smile from his face. He had an enormous amount of energy from celebration and showed very little in the way of slowing down.

The bartender smacked something hard onto the counter to get everyone's attention. "That's it I've had it! Out whichyas!!" Her voice was a near shriek as she banished them from her place of business. The stress from the past few days evident on her voice and her face. Ignatius knew when he'd pushed someone too far and rose to his full height. He wasn't a particularly tall man, slightly above average, with a slim build. He wore fine silken clothing, that was more suited to a ballroom than a dusty tavern, and a sword hung at his hip, more for dueling than real combat.

"Alright boys let's give her some rest, she'll need it for tomorrow night" a loud roar was heard at the thought of another night of celebration. The drunken men slowly stumbled their way out of the place stepping over all manner of debris as they did. A
The place was trashed but would likely be in working order on the morrow. The men all said their goodbyes heading their separate ways, some back to the castle others to their homes.

Ignatius chose to make the trip to his castle alone. He wasn't as drunk as he seemed, or at least he believed himself to be in fair control of hisfaculties. Long nights of drinking and mischief had given him a commendable tolerance to alcohol. He could almost walk a straight line as he took a side road through the village. A smile on his face as he went, it had been a good night.

The woman squinted at the picture of the drawn face of the man which had just recently left the bar, nodding slightly with grunts of agreement. “That’s the guy. He trashes my establishment every time they come in here. The only reason I’ve been so compliant with his presence was simply because he brought us business.” Gisa nodded slightly, taking the piece of paper from the woman’s fingers while she glanced over the woman’s face carefully with her emerald eyes. “Say,” She questioned, leaning in close to Gisa who was roughly the same height as the bartender. “You aren’t going to make him disappear, are ‘ya?” She questioned with cautious eyes that prodded and poked Gisa.

Gisa merely stared at her, her brows furrowing with aggression causing the woman to clear her throat and shake her head. “It’s none of my business. It’s not like he can’t handle himself.” Her finger pointed up at Gisa as she wiped down the wooden bar table. “He’s got a name for himself you know. We don’t tolerate him simply because he brings us business but because the man can back up his threatening words.” Gisa’s head tilted down slightly, acknowledging the woman’s warnings with extreme care. While she has never heard of his direct name, Gisa could easily recognize his face as he was quite the famous person throughout the lands for not only being one to buy everyone in villages drinks but because of his skill to lead people and his aggression within battle.

With another slight nod, Gisa dismissed herself and left the bar to go and follow the man. While she did not trust the woman’s words completely, Gisa decided to follow them just in case there may have been some truth in what she was telling. According to the bartender, Gisa had just missed him stumble out of the bar with the rest of his men. If all stacked up in her favor, this job could effortlessly be done by the time the sun rises for killing a man who was drunk off of alcohol was a quick and easy job- no matter how shameful it was to strike a man in his back. Gisa stalked the alleyways and prowled along the streets in search of the man named Ignatius.

While searching, Gisa went through with the battling plans and she may do if Ignatius was actually coherent enough to battle at full strength. Because Gisa was much weaker than her male counterparts, she could only rely on the speed brought to her by her smaller built and lighter frame. Unlike many men who fight with weapons such as swords, Gisa had to put her entire full weight into her attacks. This method often made her a regular visitor at the guild’s blacksmith as the technique often dulled her sword. Despite how much abuse her swords often took with each fight, Gisa’s little system was quite effective and because it had such a high success rate, she did little to change the way she carries the sword.

It didn’t take her long to locate a man that fit the description and picture. The man smiled like an idiot as he walked along the cobblestoned paths within the village. Gisa examined him for several minutes, stalking him through the shadows before surfacing within the moonlight. Without a second’s hesitation, Gisa launched herself towards the man with such confidence and arrogance that she hadn’t even drawn her sword until she was mere inches away from the man. She pushed the dull side of the sword against his leg, dragging the weapon the ground for a moment to gain momentum before sliding by him, her body turning towards him once she was a good several feet away from him. Gisa stood and watched him carefully, preparing herself for whatever movements he may be have in store.

Ingatius's leg raised off the ground from the contact, bouncing on his other leg for a moment he turned to face his opponent before setting his leg down. He still had the smile on his face. He looked at his attacker finding amusement even though he had just been drawn into a very dangerous situation. He crouched low for a second to rub the spot on his leg, but also seemed to be stretching out his hips and knees. He raised up to his full height and popped his neck. He shook his feet and hands out hopping in place in a manner akin to a boxer before a fight.

" Now, if I were you I'd have gone for the kill on that first blow" he drew his sword, the delicate steel more suited for a duel, than against an armored opponent. It was like a hybrid construction between a rapier and a long sword, light and easy to wield. He took on a fencing stance. "You're not going to get a second chance" he said as he rotated his sword arm, mainly he was attempting to loosen up the muscles of his wrist and arm. He wasn't necessarily prepared for a fight, but in a few short seconds the drunken incoordination seemed to fade away. He was light on his feet and easily transfering his weight from foot to foot.

He began to circle his opponent keeping his sword out in front of him. "Let's see what you've got" he said as he quickly lunged into her range his sword lashing out in a quick piercing motion toward her gut region. He seemed strangely confident in his motions and there was a certain fluidity to his attack. It was clear he wasn't going all out, but it was still the spring of a practiced and experienced fencer. A very dangerous attack, even at less than optimal conditions. The smile never left his face, only gaining a dangerous intensity as he brought the attack to his assailant.

With a small twist of her hips, Gisa was easily able to avoid the man’s lunge however it made her quite skeptical at how drunk he truly may be. His precision was quite flawless and Gisa could only imagine what it may be when Ignatius was a hundred percent. Then again, she couldn’t expect no less from a man who made his name by leading a mass amount of people into battle and no less winning that battle. Gisa would have to keep her guard up around him whether he was drunk or sober. She straightened her sword and narrowed her eyes at him, noting that he was a man of larger stature than she.

With one swift movement, Gisa lunged at him and bore her sword to him with a certain shot at his side while keeping her footing. The woman then drew her sword back and aimed for his back with the dull side, not meaning to kill him just yet. While it was a certain death wish, Gisa had strong curiosity to see him at a hundred percent as the heat of the battle always made her quite happy. To test one’s skill was something she always loved doing. Even though Gisa was not the strongest member within her guild, she was certainly one of the most resilient in battle.

She was also one of the most secretive- as one can certainly imagine. Those who challenged her in a duel with the prize being to unclothe her facemask were in the double, perhaps even triple digits. While they did strike Gisa down, not one man had taken her mask completely off to view the feminine features she had hidden. There were several close calls where James, the only man who knew of her punishable sin, had stepped in to stop the fight from progressing however that was all.

On missions, Gisa was always careful with her fighting despite how reckless it may have seemed for James was not here to stop it. The man was one of strongest members within their guild and his name was high up on the list next Ignatius’ in strengths. He was also the man that rescued Gisa from her lowly fate of becoming a whore who served men in the back parts of bars. He raised her and taught her how to fight even though he detested her style.

Ignatius moved in a deceptive way, always seeming closer or further away than he really was. It was all in the footwork, a master fencer he'd been training since he was little. Living in a castle with a teacher readily available, and a whole family who trained as well as a myriad of warriors and noblemen to practice with, it was the best forms of training available.

The attack to his side was parried as he covered his side with his sword, and rotated his body in a graceful spin that sapped the force from the blow that reflected off the flat side of his blade. As she came around to attack him from behind, it was a different defense. He watched her over his shoulder as he turned into. The cockiness of her attack left an opening, as she flipped the blade to attack with a nonlethal blow. He stepped into it absorbing the blow.

His free hand gripped her wrist, and one of his legs stepped between hers using both of their momentum to create a perfect setup. His hips were beneath hers for leverage and in a modified maneuver the leg between hers hooked the same side as her sword arm in a martial arts style trip. He applied the pressure in a way that would send her to the ground and disengaged. Raising his sword to point at her face. " This is gonna be fun" he said the smile still unbroken.