Author's Note: This story is based in the same world as in the story
"Howling Roar"
by DarkWolfKnight7. I have permission from the author to use the idea world, but the story is completely mine. This is my first time writing a story of this caliber, so please don't flame or leave horrible comments. But constructive criticism is welcome. Enjoy. ^-^
She laughed wickedly as she watched the bandits around her back away in fear, her hands aglow with with ancient magic from a time long forgotten. The air around her swirled and crackled with electric energy, hinting at the next spell she was planning to use. The panther-kin looked around to the remaining bandits surrounding her, about 50 or 60 left she mused, and the dead bodies that littered near her; she had at least killed half of the group there with the first two spells she chanted.
A chuckle came from her throat as she eyed the black covered group about her, their bodies in a defensive stance to block any oncoming blows...as if it would save them from her spells. "What is wrong, little ones? Afraid of just one little mage?" She grinned as she took a step towards them, the bandits shuffling back to keep their distance, the grin then disappeared from her beautiful face as she raised her right hand into the air then slowly lowering it down and leveling it to the bandits in front of her. "You should be!" In a rush, the electric energy left her hand, it easily frying up the bodies and a few more bodies in its path. A dark laugh was again heard from the woman as she saw the few remaining bandits run for cover. She began to chant out another ancient verse, her sights set on the group to the left of her, then suddenly the ground beneath them stared to grumble and shake, huge slabs of earth towering up high to the sky quickly, it throwing the bodies even higher up and just as suddenly crashing back down to the ground, the black clad bodies crashing down hard soon after, their blood staining the earth.
The mage then turned her attention to her right, seeing a few of the retreating mob, but two were running towards her, this perking her interesting, "Hmm, I wonder what you two could be up to..." she said as he turned her full attention on them. Seeing as she didn't need to go overboard with her next spell, a simple fireball would do. The panther-kin then chanted a short magical verse as red flames surrounded her barely clad body then suddenly shooting off her person, the flaming death blow heading towards the two incoming bandits. What she didn't expect to see was them to line up behind each other and the leader to hold up a small kite-shaped shield. She smirked; that little thing wouldn't stand up to the heat of that fireball.
The fireball connected to the shield, but to her surprise and a bit of shock, the spell was reflected right back at her! Sierra growled lightly as a frown graced her lovely face at seeing her own spell reflected back, she quickly raised both her hands in front of her as the spell made contact, dispelling the fireball almost instantly and launching another; that shield wouldn't hold up for long...
The lead bandit kept up their pace, bracing for the returning flame but not slowing down as the spell once again hit the reflective shield, it going back once again to the mage. Unfortunately with that last hit, the shield cracked, a crack forming almost straight down the center. The follower started to make hand signs, a faint glow coming from them when the last sign was complete. The leader then reached into a pouch on their right side, pulling out 4 small balls from it and clutching them in their hand. The bandits watched closely as the mage again launched another fireball back, the second one quickly dispelled like the last.
A smirk graced her lips as she watch the fireball connect with the shield, it shattering upon impact, the area where the bandits once were now engulfed in flames and dust from the mini explosion. She watched her handy work a bit more before turning away from the scene, her long waist length hair flowing softly in the wind as she looked back to the main camp. "Well, that wasn't too bad...now for that bath I was preparing for..." She begin walking back the 2 miles to camp when she suddenly felt a chill run up her spine, her ears perked up and she turned around quickly, her eyes looking back to the burning remains of her enemies...or so she thought. She looked up, her eyes narrowing and her body positioning in a fighting stance as her two attackers launched themselves towards her at a high speed.
Sierra barely dodged the kick that was heading for her body from the leader and a punch that was aimed at her head from the second, the attacks were so quick that she barely had time dodge them completely let alone launch an offensive attack of her own. It seemed that every swing they took at her she uttered a curse, her starting to back up to keep her ground. The first bandit then dug his foot into to the ground kicking it up towards her face, the fine earth and dust spraying into her eyes. The panther-kin hissed and rubbed at her eyes, unaware of the punch and kick coming straight for her. The attacks connected, the punch to her face and the kick to her side, but it seemed that they did no damage to her. Suddenly Sierra's arms shot out quickly, her hands clutching unto their chest, a smirk on her face. Guess those curses she was mumbling wasn't curses after all...
She could see how their eyes widened with shock as the stone chipped away from her skin, even more so when the started to feel their fur stand on end, her hands now engulfed with electric energy. "Now die!!" she yelled out as the golden glow of the spell intensified, but to her surprise the leader raised up a hand and quickly threw down something, it exploding into a red mist, this immediately being inhaled by the mage, it burning her throat and eyes and also canceling the near death spell for the two. The bandits quickly backed off to avoid the mist, Sierra holding her throat as the burning became worst and her eyes watering. The follower then launched themselves towards the panther-kin as the mist dissipated, seeing an opening the bandit made an aim right at her chest, but Sierra saw this, barely, and crossed her arms across her chest, the strike being blocked. But just as quickly as the hit was blocked, the bandit flipped back, kicking Sierra's arms and breaking her stance, staggering her. Sierra was now wide open as the attacker once again launched towards her, this time her hands connecting to her chest.
'Why...does it feel so warm...?' she thought to herself as the feeling seem to spread over her, then a shocking pain and force that pushed her back, her feet digging into the ground to keep her standing, but then falling to her knees from the unbearable pain from the hit, the stinging in her lungs from the mist wasn't helping either. She looked to the two bandits as she clutched her chest, the pain dying down a bit as they started to retreat quickly.
Sierra coughed loudly trying to relieve herself from the burning in her chest and lungs as she slowly made stood back up. She took a few deep breaths, the light flow of air clearing the area around her free of that red mist, "What a way to make an escape. That smoke bomb was very effective, but the hit was a bit uncalled for..." She checked the area around her, making sure there were no more surprised, but to her relief all that was left was dead bodies. She sighed as she looked down to her barely clad body, only wearing a deep red cloth that barely covered her ample, full breasts and panties that barely covered her shapely ass.
"I need that bath now..."
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"Hurry your asses up! If we don't make it to the Queen's camp soon...My God..." Langston said as they rode up to the site, it now looking like a war zone with littered bodies, in the middle of that war zone stood a lone figure. He urged his horse forward, drawing his sword from his side in case the person there was a foe, his keen eyes taking in the person's features, his breath coming out as a sigh of relief, "Sierra..."
Sierra pushed back a strand of her hair from her face, a hand on her hip as she turned around, seeing a armored knight come up to her, a smile gracing her lips as she spoke, "You are late as always, Langston. Must I always do your job for you?" She walked up to him slowly, her hips swaying as she rubbed the snout of his mount, it snorting lightly at her touch. "And nonetheless, me in my undergarments and you in a full suit of armor, you did not have to get all dressed up all for my case. You wolf-kin are so formal." She smirked when she caught his eyes roaming from her face and down over her body; it was so fun to tease him like this. The little clothing she had on really didn't help his case, her body was soft but firm, her curves showing off all the years of training she had as an mage and swordsman. Her black, sleek tail flicked behind her as she cleared her throat, getting his attention back on her face and not her body.
Langston's eyes came back up to Sierra's face, turning away from her a bit to hide his blush, but luckily his men were close behind and rode up. "Go on up ahead and check on the Queen and check the bodies around the camp for the dead and wounded."
"Only five of our men were injured, two killed in the bandits first attack. The Queen's bodyguard and three others escorted her to the secondary camp, you can find her there." The dark beauty gave her formal report to them.
