Xena

Xena's standing there, statuesque in brown leather; every inch of her standing out a mile.

She looks down at your chained helpless form and smiles, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. She draws it from its sheath, and twirls it in her hand, taking a step closer to you, and then swings it in your direction.

As the blade flashes inches from your face, you flinch. There's a clang and a spark as one of the chains holding you to the ground is broken.

"Not sure who chained you up," says Xena, "but we can't have that."

Her sharp weapon cleaves more metal links, her sword still coming too close for comfort, as she makes short work of the thick chains.

"Just got to find the weak links," Xena says, as you get to your feet, your eyes drawn to her fuller figure. "And looks like I've found one." She smiles, raising an eyebrow, tossing her sword aside.

You look at her questioningly, as she starts to walk around you.

"What? You didn't think I was rescuing you, did you?" she says, rubbing her knuckles. "Just didn't think it would be a fair fight with you all chained up down there."

She adopts a fighting stance, a big grin on her face. You look into her eyes, see the glint in them, and wonder whether to risk facing her or to try and flee her.