She catches her breath. Slumped on the forest floor. She reorients herself with her surroundings. Four men clad in splintmail lie dead around her, One still has her axed cleaved on his chest.
She jumps to attention as she hears more coming , Their armor clanging heavily in the wind. She closes her eyes and focuses on the sounds.
"Five.…Five more souls for glory" She breathes.
She picks up her axe, stretched her arms, and breathes a silent prayer. She thought if this is where she dies, then she will make sure it's a glorious one.