Fifty battle seasoned Gleaon warriors enter the forbidden pass. The pass had high vertical walls on each side and was narrow. Three men could barely walk side by side in most places. A mile or so in, the pass widened to a hundred yards. Standing in the middle of this open area were three black cloak shrouded figures.
The Gleaon warriors fanned out to surround them. As they did, the three dark figures formed a triangle with their backs to the center and three long two handed swords appeared from under the cloaks.
The edges of the swords were rippled, not straight, and glowed with golden color. The blades were incredibly thin, almost delicate looking. The way the black-cloaked figures twirled the swords and made the blades sing, looked anything but delicate.
"Return from whence you came," came from one of the figures. The voice was deep but not very masculine.
"And if we don't?" The Captain of the guard asked.
"Then you shall die."
"Three against fifty? It is more likely that you will die." The Captain replied with a wolfish grin.
When there was no reply in return, he drew his heavy broadsword. His men did likewise. What happened next, took him and his men by total surprise. The three figures attacked in a lightening quick charge and retreat. Nine men lay dead.
"Bullshit!" The Captain yelled, "Kill these fools.
Forty-one attacked, only four lived to retreat, back the way they came. Forty-six bodies littered the dust of the pass, their dark red blood staining the brown dirt black. The three figures still stood in their triangle.
The triangle had shifted one direction and then the other in perfect unison. As it moved, men died, the thin deadly swords cleaving limbs from bodies and heads from necks. The cloaked figures duck and dodge as they dealt out death.
Now they stood with swords grounded point first, blood draining to the ground. The tattered black cloaks opened slowly and were shrugged off to be draped across an arm. Three muscular, mostly nude women now stood on the field of battle.
One was blonde, one was redheaded, and the last was a brunette, Faith, Fury, and Compassion. Black thigh high boots, a black corset, and long black gloves were all they wore. A scabbard for their swords hung on their right hips, a wide black belt circled their hips.
