boots carried the figure through the tree's, not caring of what broke beneath them. She was not tracking anyone, nor did she care about being quiet. The girl seemed dark, except for blonde hair that was slightly pulled back, bangs had already escaped the hair band. In one hand she held the broad sword, its sheath still against her back. Something was different, a large crack ran down the length of it. Face was masked by anger, obviously whatever reason she was angry was also the reason her sword was messed up.
With a yell she swung the thing, hitting a large tree who's trunk was bigger than her. What caused what happened next not even she was sure of exactly. But something seemed to ring and the blade shattered, shards falling into the ground or embedded into the tree, except for the small bit that remained in the hilt. Eyes widened and the anger disapeared, all remaining was pure shock.
With a yell she swung the thing, hitting a large tree who's trunk was bigger than her. What caused what happened next not even she was sure of exactly. But something seemed to ring and the blade shattered, shards falling into the ground or embedded into the tree, except for the small bit that remained in the hilt. Eyes widened and the anger disapeared, all remaining was pure shock.