Her skin burnt against the desert heat. Sweat dripping down her body as she gripped her schmiters. Eyeing the various monsters attacking the town "hylia damned you why are there so many!" She barked. Watching as her soldiers had to retreat. They were women of honor in her eyes for lasting this long. Her eyes widened as she slashed through another one. Yet the sand shifted and a malduga rippes through the sand. Heading in her direction as she tried to strike a gibdos holding her arm. Her breath quickened as the malduga came closer and closer. Slowly she closed her eyes to accept her demise. She was battered. Bruised. Injured. She was barley holding the schmiters. So it was only inevitable..