There had been no reason for Brandish to believe that district alpha was home to mutated humans. That was before she had triggered a dangerous chain reaction...
Having convinced a resident of the district into helping her gain access, Brandish had headed away from the huts, despite the warnings that had been called after her.
She hated the idea of being underground, yet she refused to leave any inch of the city undiscovered in her search to find a way home, a way to regain her full magical ability or just answers as to why she had been brought there.
Her eyes had adjusted to the dark to some extent, yet she found the tunnels, the echos of her foot fall and other sounds disorientating and uncomfortable. She cursed herself for not bringing a torch with her.
The mage had been wandering for an unmeasured amount of time, the eerie atmosphere slowly seeping in and gnawing at her nerves. She began to jump at movements in the water that glazed the floor.
She came to a junction. Pausing to make a choice, she sensed something approaching. Already tense, she instinctively draw her wooden knife from her jacket, slashing out as she turned on her stalker in one fluid moment.
Her blunt blade slammed against the cheek of something, the impact causing little motion on the part of her target. Shocked, she stared, trying to make out the features of the human standing before her.
For a moment it did nothing. Brandish brought on foot back, attempting to slowly move away from it. It was this movement that instigated the attack. With one sweep of it’s arm she was thrown to the other side of the tunnel.
Brandish hit the wall of the tunnel with her back, crying out in pain before falling forward into the murky water.
She choked and spat out a the water that had slashed into her mouth when she hit the ground, coughing from a combination of the water and being winded when she hit the side of the tunnel.
