A bruised hand with parted fingers is raised before one who is out of breath. Each puff is a burden, all thanks to strength sorely spent. Strum the cold air in this moon-shy night. Song of the rain does not yield to a sudden pause. Fingers playing a formless instrument soon clench with the means to hold something that is not there. But that nothing is banished by a swirling line of glass before the silly musician, extending on both sides of a now hidden palm.
Flash and clash! This sorcery takes the shape of a tool to kill. A shortsword with its twin edge rather poor in their sharpness. The gripping hand is lightly shuddering; but the grip itself is firm. At a twist of a wrist, the point is raised upon the high sorrowful ceiling. Another hand belonging to the same person joins the lone grip. Deep breaths of anguish are daring to be calmed sooner than these thoroughly-soaked landscapes.
This maiden in rags whose regal face is no stranger to harm must last this aching night. There is ancient horror that she must snuff, for she is the only one in these lands with the current time and aptitude to fulfill this noble duty. The rest need to better tend to their own woes. The blade she summoned could not be called upon as her mind was hexed the prior hour, before it lessened in its effect. Now, with a much better grip of herself as much as she does with the white-hilted sword before her, retaliation against the huge hexer may come with sweeter fruit, bitter for it as the wrath she failed to properly flaunt further simmers.
Roar, Horrid One in the distance! It is a giant cloaked in shadows with three pairs of glowing red eyes. The three-mile gap between them was out of her need to conceal herself for a third of an hour, trying to remove the tangle of that skill-dampening curse from earlier. Not all kinds of mysticism was denied from her to still use, thank goodness. But the higher ones, she needed to cleanse herself of what dark arts she was momentarily afflicted by.
As fierce as a disposition as she maybe giving it, dread is also with the raggedy maiden. This is no mere dregling of a foe. For all intents and purposes, the colossus of shadows is an ancient god, predating the civilizations of this lush world. But as its tyranny has run amok, even the likes of it must be brought upon justice. Many tried. Almost all of them failed.
Now, this lovely outlander garbed as a pauper must commit to what has been in vain for ages. What curse there was in her veins, much of its potency has been expelled. She can feel the bridge between her and a well of power that takes a while to summon. As she was given something to suffer from by this big blackened blight of the lands, it is her turn to respond in cosmic kind.
Free another breath with a blend of calm and pain. Set that fear aside. Pale blue eyes meet the sinister six. The maiden leaps out of the high rock her feet have been standing on and soon lands on a lower plain riddled in puddles. Clench her teeth as she does the grip. After a fifth of a mile is reached, she stomps a foot forward sternly. Fly onward! Her pouncing self breaks the pace of sound! The giant leaps with another roar to meet the hasty lass.
A crack of thunder wails across the night! Winds worthy of a storm gallops away from this intervention between the red-haired swordsmaiden and the great shadow. The giant was not fast enough to stop the sweep of her blade that may as well be a godly clobber of a mountain upon its face down to its chest. She kicks the air to toss herself in a twirl, hoping to regain balance as she is soon heading down to earth beneath them. The giant is knocked back to harshly descend on the rain-filled plains with a loud tremor and plenty of splashes to go with it! She follows but without the tragedy of a nasty fall, unlike her colossal foe.
The rain has yet to stop. She is out of breath again, refilling her burning lungs with the cold drink of the night. The sword is once again raised before her, she knows this dark god is not easily defeated. And so she waits, in the event of a sudden trick to fool her. Keep the brave face, young one from beyond this known world. The true battle may have just started.
( Credit to Sir Mithrandir for proofreading. ^-^ )