Catch them of guard

In her experience Lyara knew that slavers were not known for the combat abilities or speed, this would be a cake walk. Leaping from her hiding place with her sword drawn, she charged the unsuspecting slavers.

Firstly Lyara impaled the shortest one from behind finally alerting the two others, quickly ducking a hatchet being swung at her while slashing at its owner. She then turned to block a sword from the third slaver, pushing his blade away catching him off balance ending him with a slash to the throat.

Hearing an angered yell, Lyara turned to see a fourth slaver staring menacingly at her then his fallen comrades.

“YOU! When I get my hands on you, I’m gonna fuck you in the ass with that sword!” He yelled in fury charging full speed at the adventurer. Seemingly un bothered by this Lyara gave the man a blank stare, sidestepping him the warrior slashed his leg, forcing the man to one knee she the rose her sword bringing it down upon his neck ending him in one swift blow.

“Slaver scum.” The blonde mumbled. She had always hated slavers, they represented every thing she stood against. Being raised as an orphan in a church you would also develop a distaste for things such as slavers. Thinking back to her childhood, Lyara remembered the priest and the nuns keeping a close eye on her as if expecting something to happen. The priest said it was to stop her strong sense of justice from getting her in trouble, but something always felt off.

Regaining her thoughts the warrior needed to figure out the best way to approach entering the fortress, while the main gate was the easiest option it was also the more obvious approach. Looking about she spotted a door leading to a basement, and archway leading towards the stables and a window that looked like it was easily accessible. Steeling her self Lyara made a decision…