???" Ryan libics, Ryan libics!!!!" Ryan pulled his mentality out of the dark muck that had claimed his mind as he watches Shadow Wadala away. Being brought out of his haze into the cold air Ryan looked up to see the crowd had thinned out quite a lot as the screaming of his name continued. Ryan now flustered as people started to look for the owner of the name as they began to move and ask around. It was slow but Ryan after some time of navigating his way throw the thin crowd bumping into all manner of people.
Along the way, I had run into an array of colorful people the pinnacle of which being a short young woman may be the age of 19 at her best with a flare like violet and blue hair. I looked at her with the eyes a painting might see in a museum from time to time. Without thinking or rather with little regard for anything other than getting to the screaming, I knocked right into her. Instead of her falling over I fell hard backward onto my rear end. The girl turned around immediately after feeling the bump into her back. She was short maybe five feet and three inches but her hair and height were nothing compared to the way her figure dazed the eyes. In a way her appearance was not flashy, I could say the best to describe her would be simple. my eyes wanted to look at her more but it took little effort for that notion to leave my head after the eye of the crowd started to stare. looking from the very bottom-up her choice of clothing was was different, to say the least.
starting from the bottom up she had thigh-high leather boots on they were black with no shine to them. They looked brand new but everyone knows that you don't wear new shoes to the exam, well most people anyway. Moving on up her legs were being protected by a layer of thick cloth that was pressed close to the skin by the boots. on the way up the rest of her upper and lower half was covered in heavy grey cloth armor that did nothing to show off her figure. Rather it made her look like an overgrown marshmallow that was beside her chest and her forearms. The steel guards shined on her forearms but they were almost completely covered in old tattered bandages that were covered in dirt and full of holes. Her chest of on the other hand had a breastplate that was only covering her top half it was cracked and dented all over. However if one was to give a guess at her size, she was a c cup at the very best not that it matters any. The heavy cloth armor was not by any of the meaning of new. It was only evident by the fact that there was a large stain below the main breast that creeped out from behind it. The stain was pink a lighter shade of blood-red it was not bright maybe an old wound. Then it finally hit me I was staring right at her for far too long if I was her in conjunction with my silents I myself would think I am a pervert. This silence that had formed between us would be broken by a sharp uneasy voice that was full of loathing.
"This country has no class letting the poor take the exam". I know at the time I was not in the best of state but not once in my life had I ever looked down on someone that took the exam. There was one thing that most of the Darea examinees could agree on. It was never wise to look down on someone.
As Ryan continued to look at the women she continued in her self-imposed rant of the system that had been in place. "I will have to change that this system is broken, after all my brothers talk this backwater should be grateful at my willingness to fix it". Her English was so broken that it was hard to understand her a quarter of the time. My best guess was that she had just picked up the language quite recently, she even had a heavy foreigner accent that did not seem to mix well with our native tongue.
I was still on my knees as I watched her draw her sword from the scabbard that was located on her back. It was nothing less than mystifying cutting through the air with grace. The sword did not have any shine to the edge, freshly sharpen there was not a single nick on the blade at all not even in the middle. The scent it had gave it an all-new meaning to the word used, that rotten smell of iron and copper mixed together there was no doubt that it was blood even tho it has been cleaned it recked of it. The handguard on the sword was off it was not meant to be on a longsword, looked more like it belonged on a rapier with its lacing metal.
"now then Schwäne Fehler has been so to say staved since leaving home.". she seemed to be waiting for something but I just continued to look at her and the sword. I had no idea what she was expecting me to do. Her looks were nothing less than majestic to bad her personality was not worth the dirt she stood on. It was surprising to me what happened next I never said what I was thinking to her but It was like she was reading my mind. The young woman pulled her sword straight up in the air then turned it vertical, it was not hard to see what was about to happen next.
Ryan scrambled in the dirt trying to get a foothold his shoes sliding every way except the way he wanted. It was already too late, as Ryan squirmed in the dirt to dear life she swung her blade trailing not even a hit of remorse in her swing.