To the Northern Border

Arerto and her party of 30 warrioress and 2 healers made it to the North after 3 days of hard riding. The queen felt she had to go North, and take even the smallest chance to find her mother's killer.

For 5 days they patrolled and scouted, looking for any sign of the Northern tribe warrioress. On the 6th day their diligence paid off , but not in the way they expected. As the queens party patrolled, arrows were shot at the party from all directions. Her horse was hit and went down. Northern tribe warrioress descended on them from the woods. The queen's party were outnumbered, but Arerto did not falter.

" Warrioress! For Franconia!" Arerto roared. She raised her short sword pointing it to the sky. The lesser crown of Franconia sat upon her head, her golden hair blowing in the wind, her chainmail bikini armor with a polished shine, brown leather thigh-high boots and elbow-length gloves, and lastly her blood-red cloak. Looking upon their proud golden queen, they returned her roar. "For Franconia!"

" Mira, Cass, Helena protect Bree and Althea!" Ordering her warrioress to protect the 2 healers. Then the tribes warrioress were on them and the battle begun. Areto cut down enemy after enemy. Soon she saw a older Northern tribe warrioress slowly but confidently making her way to the battlefield. Wearing a crown of iron upon her brow, leather chest armor and battle skirt that just barely reached down to her knees, leather boots, carrying a one-handed mace, and matching the description Arerto was given. Arerto knew it was Queen Nimerah, her mother's killer.

" Nimerah!!" Arerto screamed running towards the other queen, slaying any northern tribe's women that got in her way.

"Your hair and your eyes are just like hers, so you must be her oldest daughter Arerto."

"Yes and I'll be the one to end you!"

" No, you will try and fail girl. Just like your mother."

As the two battled it became quite clear that Arerto was no match for Nimerah. The older woman had Arerto beat in strength, experience, skill, and stamina. The only thing keeping Arerto alive was her speed.

"I was expecting a warrioress, not a weak girl. You dont possess even half of Alcippe's skill." Nimerah mocked.

The insult stung Arerto badly and she roared in anger and slashed at Nimerah, who easily knocked the attack aside. Arerto now completely wide open could do nothing as Nimerah slammed her large fist straight into Arerto's toned stomach. The **** of the blow was so great it folded Arerto over Nimerah's fist. Arerto's sword slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, her body was so bent over that her crown fell off her head. Eyes bulged from the pain, not only was air but also her breakfast was painfully expelled from her body.

Soiling her chainmail bikini thong as the pain caused her to piss all over herself. Soaking the thong and piss running down her legs. Arerto fell to her knees as her legs no longer had any strength left in them. Cradling her stomach, as she face-planted into the dirt, her ass in the air.

Nimerah had made sure to quickly move out of the way so none of Arerto's vomit landed on her. She stood over and looked down at the gasping and wheezing Arerto. Nimerah dropped her mace so both hands would be free. With one she reached down and grabbed a handful of Arerto's hair lifting her out of dirt. The tight grip on her hair made a pain filled whimper escape Arerto's mouth. Nimerah clenched her other hand in to a fist and lanched a powerful punch straight into Arerto's face. The strength of the punch was on the same level as the one that devastated her stomach. The young queen was instantly knocked **** as her head snapped back, the back of her head hitting the dirt, flat on her back, arms and legs spread. It was Nimerah's complete victory.

As Queen Nimerah retrieved her mace, her second in command approached her.

"Report! " Nimerah ordered.

"All Franconia warrioress have been put to the sword. We have captured two healers My Queen!"

A pleased Nimerah grinned at the news. "Excellent, have this one laying here and the healers stripped and tied up, were done here."

"Yes! My Queen it shall be done!"

Nimerah turned and walked away not giving the beaten and **** Arerto a second glance.