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A monster, at least ten feet high, towered above its surroundings. Its half metal, half organic body bent over the small human in front of it. Its glowing eyes burned red, satisfied with what it had found and preparing for the meal. The girl did not look on in fear though; her face was of determination. She stood, ready, sword unsheathed and poised for its attack. Deep purple hair completely obscured one eye, the other unblinkingly staring into her opponent's eyes.
Her hair was unusually cut. It was dark purple at the roots, but gently merged through all imaginable shades of purple, to a brilliant white at the tips, reaching just to her lower back. The rest of her hair was layered, the shortest, her fringe, hanging just above her left eye and slanting down, over her right eye until it reached her back. The left side mirrored this, the layering beginning just below her ear. She wore a simple tunic, a deep purple, loose fitting shirt on the top, reaching her mid-thigh and white, equally loose trousers. A leather belt made of linked circles, crudely decorated, rested on her hips, slightly slanted. On her feet were a pair of purple, slip on canvas shoes, neatly peeking out from under her trousers.
The monster resembled a dragon, half clad in metal armour, but its right side covered in thick scales. It bent over, closer and closer to the girl, its mouth stretched wide open. It hardly expected her to do anything, more to be trembling in fear over its own sheer size. Suddenly, when its mouth was closing in and she could smell the foul stench of its breath, she did it. The girl threw up her sword into the roof of its mouth, her eyes shut tight against the heat and blood that was bound to fall from the wound.
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Fayth opened her eyes, her sword still raised above her head. Sheepishly, she lowered it as her sapphire eyes scanned her surroundings. Her imagination had got the better of her again, but luckily there was no one around this time for her to embarrass herself in front of. The large foyer was modern and brightly lit with some lifts on the far side of the room and a large stairwell on the right of a deserted reception desk. She squinted slightly against the change in light, looking for anyone else, but finding no one, assumed they were all on a higher floor.
As yet Fayth hadn't been issued with any technical equipment, like earpieces or visors. All she had was a scrap of paper with a hastily drawn map on and some vague instructions in her head. Without any further hesitation she made her way to the stairs, sheathing her sword into its scabbard, which was attached to her back, as she did so.
Luckily the corridors and mazes were nearly empty, after the others had made their way up, so Fayth only had to sneak past one program, who, thankfully, was looking in the other direction. The girl only made a few wrong turnings on the lower floors, even though her map was awful, since her sense of direction was so strong.
By the sixth floor Fayth was beginning to tire. She'd managed the stairs with relative easy, but her slim body could not give endless energy and she was positive that there would be a fight on the top floor, for which she needed some power left over. Slowing down a little she concentrated on finding her way through the mazes, trying not to think about what was to come.
Finally she reached the top floor, but stood in the stairwell, attempting to catch her breath. Tentatively she peeked around the corner but nearly fell down the stairs in shock. A mouse creature with some kind of electric tail and three other men seemed to be battling their way through a group of people who were mainly dressed in black.
Think now, ask questions later Fayth thought, summing up the courage to step out of the shadows. Carefully she unsheathed her sword and attached her old shield to her arm. The emblem on the shield depicted the silhouette of a rearing horse against a large, silver moon. Old weapons, but they did the job.
No sooner had she moved into the corridor, than the huge explosion flung her back against a wall. She screamed in shock, and fortunately not pain, but quickly clapped her hand over her mouth so as to not draw attention to herself. Fayth peered through the thick smoke, trying to see what had happened.