Even in the dark of night, the smoke could be seen from the road. A short, hooded figure stood in the middle of the road, facing the destruction of the village. She'd just left the inn less than an hour ago, and the Beast Kingdom forces had managed to stomp through and wreck everything. A sigh escaped from underneath the hood, and the figure hoisted up a large metal box over her shoulder. She'd hike back into town and see if she could help any survivors.
She set off at a light jog, completely ditching the road and heading towards the glow of flames and the thick smoke trailing from ruined buildings. As time progressed, the girl pushed herself harder and harder, and when she arrived at the edge of the village about fifteen minutes later, she was at a dead sprint. She dropped the box on the ground and leaned against it, panting heavily. "I need a damn horse," she grumbled to herself. She only allowed herself about thirty seconds of rest before she picked up her box and set off again, darting through the shadows between houses, trying to find any survivors she could. She could see a group of villagers that were all chained up and being led away by nagas and monsters. She grumbled to herself. It looked like the beasties already cleaned out everyone. She pulled her hood lower over her face and started slinking away. By the time she made it to the next building, she heard the sound of someone vomiting, followed by the wailing of a woman. There were a few other voices, but she couldn't make out what was being said.
The girl slid her box underneath a fallen support beam. She couldn't carry it around if she ended up in a fight, and she didn't want it sitting out in the open. A compartment on the side opened up, and the girl pulled out what looked like an ornate rapier hilt, with the blade missing. The tube running through her box had one slit on the side, and the girl thrust the hilt into it. When she removed it, a longsword blade was attached. She dashed around the corner, her hood flying back, revealing her fiery red hair, tied back in a fishtail braid. A lone naga stood in front of a small group of human villagers.
"Alright, you scaly sunnovabitch!" she yelled out, brandishing her blade. "I'll give you five seconds to leave, or I'll make you swallow your own tail! And that's a promise, Sam Vulpina doesn't make threats!"