Uncharted

[Caira Ayryn]

They had distanced themselves from the area when she found herself commenting, “That was some great gunslinging..” she attempted to stifle a complement for him both saving their lives despite the horde of needless death he left in his wake. The soldier decided not to bring that part up.

It follows him like a shadow. Always close behind, be weary. The valley they walked in seemed to haunt her with unspoken yet doubt-stirring words.

“Guns don’t have much mercy, they get the job done quick and ask questions later. Swords are more for chivalry... An honest weapon I’d say, but only to an extent. It fits you, unless you know some magic. In every case, weapon or unarmed, you must know your enemy if you are going to defeat him. But in my opinion nothing is more honest than a bullet through someone’s head and I’m sure at least some of these bandits would agree.”

...

They continued to walk in the sand-encased basin, Caira was thankful for the chill of the shade after being subjected to the eternal heat of the desert and the very painful sunburned skin, however with the shade brought with it an ominous sense of mystery. Beyond her range of senses, every time her right foot would step on the sand, she could hear the low murmurings or pitter patter of creatures.

She cast a look over to Merik, whom seemed disconcerted and was ineffectively wiping away the blood from his attire as he probably found it made him look like a weak piece of pray, rather than the predator that he was.

“Merik..” she waited for him to turn, “I think something is following us.” Her tone had turned into a silent whisper. As he turned to her, his lazy expression suddenly hinged with that of a thunderbolt of striking energy.

“DODGE!” He lunged at her and tore her body down into a dense patch of sand an rock, her skull ricocheted off of a rock protruding from the gorge’s wall.