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Today was obviously not Alexander's day, to be fair almost dying had a way of ruining even the best mornings. She had felt a tinge of guilt kicking that man's groin like she would a soccer ball but before she could calm herself down enough to stop running away she had ran directly into a larger problem.
For a moment she thought she had ran into some sort of guided hairless bear but as she was thoughtlessly shoved of his form she realized it was much worse. Rolling onto her back she pushed her frame off the ground, leaning on her elbows only to look up and see the point of a blade. The man had already jumped to his feet holding a short sword she never saw him pull out and wearing old armor that looked vaguely familiar. Alexander didn't know whether to scream, cry, piss herself or do a combination of all three. Her body was frozen in place, rigid in fear that any movement would be her last. Her mind didn't have the same problem, it raced ahead trying to make sense of what she saw. She saw his lips move as he closed one eye his other greyed and obviously wounded some time ago. Yet she didn't hear his words, the moment seemed to be frozen in time as her mind tried to function.
That was when she the dots connected in her head and as she looked from the man to his blade she realized she had seen the shape before. She gasped astonished pushing herself into a sitting position to get a closer look at what was obviously a priceless antique. "Th-that's a Xiphos! That's a rare antique how did you get one in such a pristine condition?" As she spoke her voice started as little more then a whisper but grew louder and bolder as curiosity overcame her, driving out any fear she had for the man. As a smile broke out across her face she continued "Is that genuine Greek armor as well? It can't be! You have to know a skilled Smith to even to recreate such amazing prices. Am I right?"
For a moment she thought she had ran into some sort of guided hairless bear but as she was thoughtlessly shoved of his form she realized it was much worse. Rolling onto her back she pushed her frame off the ground, leaning on her elbows only to look up and see the point of a blade. The man had already jumped to his feet holding a short sword she never saw him pull out and wearing old armor that looked vaguely familiar. Alexander didn't know whether to scream, cry, piss herself or do a combination of all three. Her body was frozen in place, rigid in fear that any movement would be her last. Her mind didn't have the same problem, it raced ahead trying to make sense of what she saw. She saw his lips move as he closed one eye his other greyed and obviously wounded some time ago. Yet she didn't hear his words, the moment seemed to be frozen in time as her mind tried to function.
That was when she the dots connected in her head and as she looked from the man to his blade she realized she had seen the shape before. She gasped astonished pushing herself into a sitting position to get a closer look at what was obviously a priceless antique. "Th-that's a Xiphos! That's a rare antique how did you get one in such a pristine condition?" As she spoke her voice started as little more then a whisper but grew louder and bolder as curiosity overcame her, driving out any fear she had for the man. As a smile broke out across her face she continued "Is that genuine Greek armor as well? It can't be! You have to know a skilled Smith to even to recreate such amazing prices. Am I right?"