Aureliyn had just killed two men. She was filled with pure rage, her eyes wide and wild and her blood boiling. She turned quickly around to face her potentially third victim, only to realize it was a somewhat fragile woman, armed with merely a club. She froze and her rage gradually started to stream out of her. Even though the woman was attacking her friend Alekay, she could never kill her. She wasn’t even sure if she could hurt her, as the lass reminded her of her little sisters. All the weak women did. Killing her would’ve felt like killing her little sisters. Whom she had sworn to protect with her life. Whom she had failed to protect. Whom she assumed dead. Whom she felt she had inadvertently killed, by failing in her duty - Women, sized of her little sisters, were her weak point. A hole in her otherwise solid and hardened armour.
She pointed the tip of her sword at the woman, stating with a stern loud voice ”Drop your club.” The woman froze and dropped her weapon, raising her hands defensively, yelling ”I-I didn’ sign up fer this!”. Regret and fear were plain on her young face. Aureliyn eyed the woman, her previously fierce expression softening ever so slightly. She pointed her sword at the woods, simply sighing ”Run.” And the woman did run - as fast as her legs could carry - stumbling in panic.
Aureliyn and Alex put down the fire the three brigands had started. Their attempt to burn a farm, had started the whole violent scene. After the fire was put out, Alex found Aureliyn staring at the two deceased men. He asked what they should do with the corpses and Aureliyn told him that they should burn them, as was accustomed in her homeland. The sand, near the lake, seemed like the smartest spot to do so, so they carried the men there and lit them on fire. Aureliyn said a few words in their honour in Rohirric, even though she reckoned they probably weren’t that honourable men. They had probably raped, killed and thieved and then raped again - but then again she couldn’t know that, and despite their deeds they had born innocent in to this world. Perhaps it was the world that had corrupted them, and perhaps they still deserved to be honoured in their deaths.
