April is the summoned hero
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"Yeah that sounds like prime slap-myself-in-the-face time to me." She sighs. "So... magic sword and magic skills, but not, like, money, or a house, is that about the size of it? Clothes, how about clothes? Because let me tell you, being homeless and naked in a foreign country is not my idea of a good time."

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"We can do clothes," she says. "We can do a modest amount of currency, too, if you don't mind a few odd looks for it being old." 

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"Sounds good!"

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"Do you want to keep the clothes you have, or show up in something more locally appropriate?"

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"...I can see arguments for either..." she says thoughtfully. "No, you know what, I'll keep these. I feel like I'm not gonna succeed at passing for local to the first five people I meet so I might as well have proof that I'm magic instead of crazy."

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"Alright. Ready?"

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"I mean, no," she says, "not really, but I'm not gonna get much readier with another couple of hours to fret about it."

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The woman gives her a lopsided, sympathetic smile. "I understand." 

And then the world goes white. 

When April's vision clears, she's standing by the side of a road, wearing her own clothes with the addition of a leather belt around her waist, laden on one side with the sword in its sheath and on the other with a leather purse that gently clinks when she moves. 

Off in the distance in one direction is a city. In the other direction, much closer but still far enough off that making out the details is difficult, are several figures on horses and some yelling. 

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...oh boy.

On the one hand, she super does not want her introduction to her shiny new sword skills to come in the form of getting in the middle of a fight between a bunch of people with horses.

On the other hand—

It's so clearly a plot hook, you know? And if it turns out that she cannot in fact understand the local language, or it's not clear who's attacking who and for what reason, or something, she can always backtrack and try the city instead.

She goes for the commotion.

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The commotion consists of three men on horses holding swords roughly circled around a young woman on a fourth horse. Every now and then she tries to dart through whatever gap between horsemen seems widest, only for them to close ranks, brandishing their weapons and laughing at her. 

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Yeah, that's... that's clear-cut enough that she's not worried about intervening except for the part where there's three of them on horseback and one of her on foot. Didn't she read somewhere that horses were basically the tanks of the Middle Ages? Why exactly is she contemplating facing off against three tanks, again?

Whatever. She's here now.

She draws her sword and calls out to the men, "Hey, how about you fuck off?"

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Her muscles know exactly how to draw the sword, how to hold it; how to twitch to slice through a horse's neck or a rider's femoral artery, if she so pleases. 

One of the riders turns to look at her. Assesses her strange clothing, her clearly magic sword. 

"What business is it of yours, then? We're just here to escort this young lady home." 

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"Really?"

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"Really," he says. "She's run away from home and her guardians sent us to bring her home safely. I admit my fellows," he gives the other two a pointed look, at which they sober up quickly, "could be being more professional about it, but--" 

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He is interrupted as his quarry takes advantage of her hunters' distraction to make another break for it. This time she successfully manages to break out from between the two men not the one talking to April. 

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The talking one curses and wheels his horse around to pursue. 

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"I don't know about you, but when I'm trying to bring someone home safely my first thought usually isn't to draw a sword on them," April points out.

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The man is too busy to answer her. He and his companions catch up with the fleeing young woman quickly, and this time instead of just vaguely circling her one of them wrenches her from her horse. 

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She cries out in pain at the rough handling, then looks down at how far she would fall if he dropped her, looks up at him, and tries to kick his horse to make it startle and cause him to drop her. It doesn't work. 

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And meanwhile, April is walking in their direction.

"Seriously, let her go."

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"Lady, this really isn't any of your concern."

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"And yet, I'm concerned about it! Funny how that works."

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The man who has ahold of the girl has now successfully dragged her in front of him on his horse such that just making him let go wouldn't be enough for her to not be attached to this horse anymore. 

"Lovely. Look, if you want to report the incident to the town guard or something and have them look into it, that's fine, we have in fact been licitly hired by this girl's legal guardians. But I really, really don't want to swordfight some random stranger who sees a situation like this and goes 'I know, I should stick my nose where a warhorse might accidentally step on it.'"

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"That's nice for you!" she says. "Hey, girl they're trying to kidnap, you want off this ride?"

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"Help, please," she begs. 

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