On the road again.

Druuna slept until late in the afternoon, exhausted from running and fighting so much the previous day. After washing up a bit with the well, Druuna got dressed and grabbed her pack. She was still a bit annoyed that one of the straps on her shirt had been sliced by an ax, but Druuna wasn’t too upset. She was just thankful to be alive! After saying goodbye and…thanking the three guards for their help, she left and traveled down the road that she knew would take her back to Greenport. As she walked, Druuna read the books she had scavenged from the mall. A lot of the words were kind of confusing, but she was able to get the gist of it all.

Druuna had walked quite awhile when she heard someone say “Stop!”
Turning around and looking over her book, Druuna saw a single ugly man holding a knife who said “Hello there, pretty little bitch. How about you hand over the pack and clothes and I wont be too rough with you.”
Druuna looked at the man with a bored expression and asked “So let me get this straight. You are all by yourself, trying to rob and or **** me, and all you have is a knife?”
The robber; confused by Druunas calmness, replied “Ye-Yes? I mean…. yeah! Yes I am! Now strip, bitch!” Druuna, having gotten quite good with an ax, grinned an evil grin at the unlucky man and grabbed her weapon…

…Several days later; at a small settlement near the edge of a forest, a strange sight was reported by the local farmers. A man; stripped completely nude and with his legs tied closely together with strong rope, ran up to the men out working the land and pleaded them to help him. He gibbered like a mad man, about axes, an demons and women…

After having a bit of fun with the man, Druuna searched his pockets and found them empty of bottle caps or useful items. She left the clothes on the ground and walked on, smiling gently and whistling up at the crisp blue sky. She made good time despite her late morning start and was well on her way back to the city by the time she made camp that night.

After washing up in a nearby pond, Druuna put on her underwear and practiced using her club and ax for awhile. She knew she was getting better with them. She could feel herself getting better with them. The muscles in her arms felt stronger, and the weapons moved quicker in her hands. In a fair fight, Druuna thought she could probably hold her own pretty well. Tired from traveling and training, Druuna ate a small supper and slipped into her sleeping bag and off to sleep.