Alecto And The Knights Of Vengeance

Jayna woke up on the ground, she had passed out again. After what had just happened, she didn't have the will to pull herself to her feet. As Jayna lay there, she reflected on a time not long ago when she had called herself Alecto. Alecto was the name of one of the furies of ancient Greek mythology, the Goddesses of Vengeance. Alecto was part of a scouting party, trying to locate the army of porkas, that was being led by two giants. That force was coming to attack the North village while the Knights of Morpheus were occupied in Meldopolis. They had found some of the invaders or rather, the invaders had found them. A giant had knocked her senseless and she would have been killed if not for Garrett, a young man she had taken pity on and tried to protect. Garrett had kept the giant off of her long enough for her to recover her wits, but he had given his own life to save hers. After the invaders had killed Garrett, Alecto had gone mad with rage and rode off to fight the invaders alone, foolish perhaps, but tell that to her score of victims. She relived that day again in her thoughts.
The third ran toward her instead of away, just like they always did, the pigs were fearless, but predictable. He raised his club and one of Alecto's throwing knives struck his forehead and he fell backward. This one's skull must have been thicker than the others, because he struggled to get back up, Alecto put her foot on his chest and held the point of her sword at his throat. He stopped fighting and looked at her with almost human eyes and waited for death to come. He was brave, he didn't struggle, nor did not ask for quarter, he just waited patiently for the killing