The Legends of South Haven Spirit Unbroken

Barnebas trained Raven, showed her how to out sword, and fight her opponent no matter the circumstances. “Your size does not matter. There are always weaknesses to every soldier. It is not showing weakness to your enemy or they imprison you.” He yelled at her, “Do you yield, little beast?” She spat out the blood that was in her mouth and with a wicked grin, “Never!” Barnebas gave Alec the signal. He immediately took over; he tripped Raven knocking her down to the ground. Alec jumped right on top of her pinning her wrists down not allowing her to move her body gain any freedom. “Now, my lady, you cannot move.” Barnebas commented from afar. Alec looked at her with crazed eyes, “how will you escape this outcome? No one on the battlefield will show any compassion and they will prove to be more ruthless than we are being with you.” She felt angry but in control of herself. With a sudden urge Raven slammed her head against Alec’s nose causing a breakage. It made him lose his concentration; making his eyes water in pain which caused him to release her and in turn gave her the upper hand. With a quick thrust from her legs she managed to push him off. She quickly regained momentum and jumped into a crouch giving him another blow to his privates. Alec grunted in pain going down to his knees, “I was planning on using those later.” Raven glared at every other warrior present, “I’m sorry to hear that your plans were ruined. Who’s next? Who will be brave enough to spar with me? Who is willing to take me as a challenge?” She stood there staring up at Barnebas, “Remember this, friend, I have no fear of man, only God. What can mortal man do to me?” Each warrior raised their hands up in surrender with one hand over their privates saying, “Peace be with you.” And under their breaths saying, “Prosperity and longevity to our loins.” At that instant she threw her weapons to the ground, spat out the blood, went by the river to wash herself. Since that day forward no one would persuade her to leave. They finally accepted her as a female warrior. She may have been bloodied but she stood her ground with no emotion. The little beast took every beating like a true warrior and fought well. Raven knew the weaknesses of any armor and took her opponent down swiftly without wasting time or energy. Her enemies feared her and her friends respected the hell that came out of her. From the age of fourteen onward she fought like a soldier.