Given "Archer" [link]
got such a nice response I decided to post another Howardian gal, that somehow I feel like calling Taramis. Now we just need
to write a desc XD
EDIT: and here it is <3
"An interesting proposal, Cassius," the fat old man said, stroking his thin beard. "A single one of your gladiators against four of mine? The odds would seem to be against you."
"On the contrary, Sissinius," the gaunt old Doctore said. "As his Highness is certainly aware, the rivalry between our two schools has been legendary since my great-uncle first bested your grandfather in the arena of honor. I intend, with this match, to prove the superiority of the Cassian school of swordplay over the Sissinian for posterity."
"A bold proposal," Sissinius sneered, "and one which I gladly accept, with his highness' approval, of course."
The emperor sighed and leaned his cheek on his hand, a look of utter ennui passing over his face. "Sissinius, as long as you insist on leaping into a hole without first seeing how deep it goes, you will find yourself with many broken ankles. I would see this warrior of yours, Cassius, before I agree to such a match."
"As your highness requests," Cassius replied, bowing deeply. "Taramis. Enter."
The curtains were drawn aside, and a tall figure stepped into the mosaic-floored council room, and for the first time, the Emperor sat up and took notice. She was a lioness, with hair as red as flame and skin as tawny as the barley that nodded its head in the Latin summer sun. Her yellow eyes were fierce and bright, matching the golden helmet and shield she carried. Her demeanor was haughty and fierce, and the gladius she wore at her hip was well-worn and much-used. She came naked, like an athlete ready for the games, her fur oiled and slicked down to hug her body tightly, but she seemed unashamed of her nudity, her head held high, her eyes meeting those of the three men without shame or immodesty
Sissinus snorted with laughter. "A woman!" he sneered. "I thought that you would send me a gladiator, not a whore! This is ridiculous! There is no contest here."
He did not see how her spine stiffened, and the way that her eyes blazed fire, or how her hand slipped ever so-slightly towards the hilt of her sword. The emperor glanced at the emblem on her shield, and his eyes widened. His hand moved in the slightest of gestures, and the girl nodded and lowered her hands to her sides. "You are right," the Emperor said knowingly. "This is not a fair contest." He then turned to the girl. "You will leave behind your shield and helmet and fight with sword alone. That shall make it a fair fight.
Sissinius sputtered in dismay. "What!? You don't actually expect that this whore would be able to defeat my trained fighters, do you?" he protested.
The emperor shook his head. "Sissinius," he said softly, "Once again, it seems you have leaped into a pit without seeing how deep it lies." The emperor stood and gave the young woman the briefest of nods. "You carry yourself well, scion of Achilles," he said, smiling. "I always wanted to see a Myrmidon fight before I die. Your kind are too few as it is." And with that, he turned and walked from the room.
Sissinius's face turned white. Myrmidons. The famed soldiers trained by Achilles himself, whose fury in battle had left Ilium in ruins.. He felt a cold chill run up his spine, as he observed the woman standing before him, still beautiful, but her beauty now carried with it a dark and sinister edge, like a poisonous flower that held death in its beauty. "Damn you, Cassius," he hissed. "Damn you. . ."