The party of bandits had never seen her coming. Even when she arrived, by the time most of them realized what was happening, it had been too late for them. She was quick and ruthless, her scythe moving with unimaginable speed for a weapon the size it was.
Kiri held the bandit captain up against one of the trees by his throat. He clutched at her hand, gasping for air. It brought a smile to her face. She had already slain the rest of his party, all four of them in a series of quick strikes. Within a few seconds, they had all fallen, their souls and very life being absorbed by the blade that killed them. There would be no bodies to tell the tale of their defeat. The only remnants of them in this world were the drops of blood they had left on Kiri's scythe.
As the bandit leader continued to gasp for air, Kiri grew bored of his suffering. She let go of his throat and swung her scythe all in one fluid motion, gutting the man from his navel to his chin. She laughed as his body faded from this world, devoured by the blade she had named Soulsong. She licked the blood from the blade. Human blood always tasted so sweet to her.
Immediately after she had finished, she began to hear footsteps in the distance... what seemed to be a singular person moving through the underbrush. She flew up to sit in one of the tree branches. Watching. Waiting.
