Dance of death

Maria swept across the field with a sense of grace that was rare in times of war. While she wore full plate mail on her upper body, she wore a flowing silk dress beneath. Oftentimes the men could see their enemies striking low at her ankles, and in the moment they did, she was off of the ground, her sword slicing through their necks and letting their heads drop to the ground as she moved onto the next opponent. She was faster than anyone on the field could keep up with, far more agile than any of the fully pated men, and she was deceptively strong. Her blade danced as though it were no tool or weapon, but merely an extension of her body.

There were rumors that she was magic. That the things that she did on the field were beyond the capacities of a normal human being, and that she was either not from this world, or magic. But there were some who had grown up with her, and had known her, and they were sure that she was human - so magic seemed the more likely of the two options. Ever since she had gotten her hands on that blade of her, with its razor sharp edge and its strange blood red runic designs at its base, she had been death waiting on the field of battle.

Her movements were like that of a dance, moving from partner to partner across the floor, gracing each with her presence before moving onto the next. She permitted them to dip her, and spin her, and plant a small kiss, but she gave no partner her time, only stopping briefly for a step or two. She knew where she was in the dance at all times, carefully keeping beat with the song of clashing steel and painful screams. She made sure only to dance with those who did not already have a partner - to steal one from another, after all, would be excessively rude.

But in truth, Maria had very little to do with her dance of death. It was the blade itself which was leading her, speaking to her mind and telling her what was to come. If only the men in her army knew just how true their theories were - it was not Maria that was magic, but the blade itself. It had a mind of its own, and its magic allowed it to see the intentions of those around them. It could see how every enemy would attack before they had done so, and with Maria's quick thinking and feet, the two were a powerhouse in the field. They mowed down enemies like blades of grass in a field. They were inseparable, and together, they were unstoppable.