Standing beneath the cover of a dark green, canvas tent, a beautiful woman glares out at the men assembled before her. Snapping out an order she smiles only slightly as the soldiers form ranks. Each man stands in silence, eyes forward as more commands are yelled down the line by corporals in the company.

At about six and a half feet tall, this curvy woman wears her tight leather and steel armor quite well. Flowing crimson hair tumbles down to her shoulders, framing a nearly flawless face of ivory skin. Deep green eyes look out from her lightly freckled face which bears a pair of deep red, slightly pouty lips. Her assets are bountiful but not so much so as to inhibit the use of the giant sword stuck to her back.

"Commander Gurel!? Is your company ready?" A deep booming voice sounds from a tall, majestic man mounted on the back of a sleek black stallion. "They will lead the assault." With that his steed slowly walks away as a wide grin grows on the woman's face.

"You heard him you dirt bastards! About face and start the assault." A look of sheer glee grows on her face as the line parts to allow her through to the front. Just over a small rise to the rear of the company, lies a line of pure black. Seemingly outnumbered, Gurel's line stands in solid silence. Nearly three to one odds face them but none quiver.

Nearly a whisper, Commander Gurel gives the command, "Charge."

With that she dashes forward, her long strong legs carrying her across the field nearly a half minute before the rest of her line crashes into the blackness that is the opposing army. All around Gurel, carnage erupts though within the reach of her blade, only blood and hacked body parts can be seen. She is a spinning, whirling, weapon of mass destruction as she fights to the rear of the black army line.

Once there she smiles slightly as the enemy commander watches in near horror as she approaches he and his aides. A line of guards form around him though they are quickly dispatched with barely a flick of her wrists. Soon she is standing within reach of the black clad man.

"Hello General Agos... have you prepared your coffin?" Gurel's grin obviously tells what is to come.

"I... You have no right to be here. Get off of my-" Agos' words are cut short as his head falls to the ground. A quick kick from Gurel's boot sends the rest of his body flying to the ground as the man's aides scatter.

"Justice served." Gurel smiles and walks back into the black army's rear, casually killing as she goes.