And I Knew I Was In Trouble…

And I Knew I Was In Trouble…

I only saw her from a distance the first time. She had dark red hair with black roots like it hadn't been dyed for a few days. It was twisted into a single long braid that cascaded down her back ending in a gold clasp, which was studded with a red stone and had a gold spike emitting from one side. The spike was blunt as if it had been in use very often. Her skin had a dark tan complexion from years of intense heat that could only be gotten by wandering the Sahara in search of something. Something. She had a strong physique that could not have been obtained through a gym. Her biceps looked big enough for someone like me to use as weights. Her legs were strong from constant use. She had a look about her of sheer toughness. This was apparent from her clothes as well as her body itself. She wore a dark crimson tunic that was dirty and frayed at the edges, and her pants were so shredded at the bottom, they could have been worn as shorts. She wore a monstrous black belt around her waist and attached to it a great scabbard. The hilt of the sword could be seen above the scabbard. It had a great ruby on the handle that seemed appropriate for its owner as well as her weapon. A tarnished gold claw held the ruby and came back up and split out into two other long claws forming a handhold for the extremely long and blade that came to a large curve at the bottom. The metal of the sword was slightly rusted in a few areas but overall it was a sleek glowing metal. When it was slashed in the wind taunting a foe, it made that quick sheer "chink" sound that could split your eardrum in half if you weren't careful. The woman's face was the color of the rest of her body obviously Arabic or Spanish in origin. Her eyes were as dark brown as they could possibly be without being pitch black. Her chin was small but square and daunting as well as her luscious red lips. She was a woman of battle, of journey, and of the desert, and when I saw her, I knew I was in trouble…

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