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@Arocraes !
Blood ran down to the hilt of her sword, tickling over sweaty palms and dribbling off the tattered leather bindings about her wrists. In her other hand was a fistful of hair, attached to Delmonious's severed head. She was breathing heavily, body heavily scarred with old and new wounds alike. But this victory had been paramount.
She took a step forward, her breath still labored from the fight, and looked right up towards the seat where the Shah now sat. She could have spat in her direction. A child on the throne! A child to rule them all.
But she as but a mere slave in a massive empire of losers who could rise up to rule. The crowd was roaring, their words deaf on her ears as she took another step towards the masses and held up Demonious's head for all to see.
The fight had been over quicker than most, but no less brutal. The man had been a lord, one who was great in combat, a war veteran infact. He was calling out 'false' claims against Red Sun's master.
And due to necessity over the secret of her master's 'death', Red Sun knew she had but one option-
And that was to kill Demonious the Red, and cut off the tongue of any others who might dare get too near the truth.
She supposed it wasn't a fair fight. Hell, no one but Cassius, the damned slaver who slipped away after he himself was involved with her own master's death-
She was now left behind to deal with the corpse, alone. Pretending her master was alive was going easier than expected, but these little bumps in the road reminded her...
Although her master was free.....
She was far from it.