_Evangeline roared as her sword connected with her enemy, the pathetic grunt stared into her dark green eyes with astonishment as she smirked then danced around him to bury her blade in his back. The day had been hot and bloody, with sweat dripping down her back under her sun scorched armour she knew this battle was far from over._

_Over 60 years ago her homeland Equidore was split into two when t...