They came from all side, an army of outlaws. Down the hills they charged at the small band of guards and one armored rider.
"Protect the Mayor and his daughter." The voice boomed from the rider.
The guards closed around their charges as the rider spurred tot he attack. The outlaws focused on the armored rider, once this warrior was down the rest would be easy. They attacked from all sides, spears, swords, axes and arrows. The rider hacked and cut as the armor was ripped and torn. The horse stumbled and went down and the rider disappeared into a pile of weapons and bodies. The guards felt icy fear as they would be next. Then the pile burst apart, outlaws tossed near and far.
"That is it! Moonlight, mace!" Bolt roared.
Wounded, her armor destroyed, her horse killed, Bolt was having a bad day.
"Bad day for me, worse for you." She growled preparing to attack.
Sorry for the long delay in posts, I have been down with the flu and just feeling up to creating now.
Bolt is my character and creation, the art is a commission antipus-artworks