Rebekah (lvl 7)

“Bekah.” her father said in a voice stern, yet soft.

“Yes Daddy?”

“Remember what I taught you. It is not enough to be strong, but you must also be quick of mind and body. Out think your enemy, outlast them, out maneuver them. Those who rely on force alone are easily slow of wit and arm.”

“Yes Daddy.” she smiled.

“And Becka, always remember I love you.”

These words had run through her head countless times, but never before had they seemed more real. Standing face to face with the bastard Half-Orc who had slain her Father, claiming to be her half brother, it was time to end his charade and his life.

“I’m going to break you.” Zurik growled.

She only smiled as the half-orc charged forward with his giant great axe. A clumsy strike easily avoided, or so she thought. As Zurik pulled passed her instead of swinging the bladed end he swung a back swing with the butt of the axe catching her in the back of the head.

A flash of light and then spots began to cloud her vision. Feeling the axe swinging behind her she tumbled out of the way of a swing and raised back to her feet at a ready position. Zurik made the first move again hoping to end this quickly.

Attacking with hearts full of love and hate the two began a dance of flashing steel and cold iron. Sparks flew as the weapons connected again and again unable to find their marks. Zurik pulled back and for a moment before making a lunge at Rebekah, and in this moment the die was cast and fate decided.

“. . .always remember I love you.”

In a deafening crack of thunder the ground itself shook as Rebekah’s sword made contact with the soft underbelly of the half-orc cleaving him in two. The clumsy lunge had opened just enough of his defense for Rebekah to take the full advantage.

Dropping to her knees next to the two halves of the half-orc, she cradled her fathers sword and began to weep.