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Zero Morality
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jul 30, 2010
Zaharah had been raised by her parents to be a beautiful and kind women, her name even meaning flowering in her language. She hadn't grown up to be that girl though, she trained herself in the art of combat and preferred a life of fighting and working than the prospect of marrying a rich man and settling down as some sort of house wife. Not that anyone would know if my looked at her, around others she always kept her attractive looks up and made sure people saw her as the flower she was supposed to be. That all changed when the Holy Crusade came to their lands, ravaging her people and sending many into a frenzy over the city of Jerusalem. Her family, once a very wealthy and powerful name fell because of the chaos and she along with it. Zaharah didn't mind though, in fact she left her lands, now barren and dry of coin, and decided to do something she loved, fight, and what a world it was for her. She hid her face, took on the name Zahar, and joined a small group, similar to a mercenary group, and waged her own war. Making a name for herself she found that the Templar began to hunt her down at every turn and she wasn't sure how much longer she would hold out, every mission she was sent on becoming more difficult, having more foes, and she didn't know when her skill and luck would fail her...
Zaharah was breathing heavily, six Saracen comrades had fallen and only 5 of the Templar's were down, three of them taken down by Zaharah personally. She was in heavy armor and it was tiring her down, the extra armor meant to hide her gender becoming a detriment after this long fight. One of the remaining few smirked and laughed to the others, "Let's run this Saracen bastard through boys" and the others laughed with him beginning to move in together. That was one thing she hated about the Knights Templar, while it was also a slight reason for her admiration, while they were disgusting rapists and cheats they were all fairly impressive warriors which made for a bad combination. Zaharah wasn't scared of dying though, no that didn't scare her, few things did. So when they moved in she reached around with her left hand and pulled out a throwing knife, sinking it into one of the men's neck and watching him fall, he should have worn a helmet. Of course with that action came repercussion and one of the knights swung for her head. Narrowly avoiding it by leaning back she made a mistake, her helmet flew off. While she had short hair it was much shinier than most men's hair and her face was beautiful, no doubt a woman's, even at first glance.
Now she was a bit scared, they would most likely no longer kill her... But worse... "Well look what we have hear, it is a Saracen bitch, not a man..." The same one as before spoke and the look on Zaharah's face was one of aggression as he got back into stance trying to to let it bother her despite the fact that it was. She was still tired and there were a few Templar's left, ultimately too many to beat by herself, not to mention their leader hadn't even spoken yet, much less fought, she had no clue what his deal was but no matter what it just meant they had a completely fresh fighter... It was not a good sign and she wasn't sure what was going to happen next, she only knew she had little hope. Chances were she would probably just rush in and hope she miraculously won or died before they could tire her out or take her down, if that happened she didn't want to think about what would happen. It wasn't going to be easy either way, she knew what they would be trying to do, not kill her so they could have their way with her but she also knew she was a strong fighter, maybe they would underestimate her because they now knew her gender.
Zaharah was breathing heavily, six Saracen comrades had fallen and only 5 of the Templar's were down, three of them taken down by Zaharah personally. She was in heavy armor and it was tiring her down, the extra armor meant to hide her gender becoming a detriment after this long fight. One of the remaining few smirked and laughed to the others, "Let's run this Saracen bastard through boys" and the others laughed with him beginning to move in together. That was one thing she hated about the Knights Templar, while it was also a slight reason for her admiration, while they were disgusting rapists and cheats they were all fairly impressive warriors which made for a bad combination. Zaharah wasn't scared of dying though, no that didn't scare her, few things did. So when they moved in she reached around with her left hand and pulled out a throwing knife, sinking it into one of the men's neck and watching him fall, he should have worn a helmet. Of course with that action came repercussion and one of the knights swung for her head. Narrowly avoiding it by leaning back she made a mistake, her helmet flew off. While she had short hair it was much shinier than most men's hair and her face was beautiful, no doubt a woman's, even at first glance.
Now she was a bit scared, they would most likely no longer kill her... But worse... "Well look what we have hear, it is a Saracen bitch, not a man..." The same one as before spoke and the look on Zaharah's face was one of aggression as he got back into stance trying to to let it bother her despite the fact that it was. She was still tired and there were a few Templar's left, ultimately too many to beat by herself, not to mention their leader hadn't even spoken yet, much less fought, she had no clue what his deal was but no matter what it just meant they had a completely fresh fighter... It was not a good sign and she wasn't sure what was going to happen next, she only knew she had little hope. Chances were she would probably just rush in and hope she miraculously won or died before they could tire her out or take her down, if that happened she didn't want to think about what would happen. It wasn't going to be easy either way, she knew what they would be trying to do, not kill her so they could have their way with her but she also knew she was a strong fighter, maybe they would underestimate her because they now knew her gender.