Axe Girl

On the fields in late autumn, the golden red sunlight plated the outline of flowing fire for the girls. She was carrying a bloody battle axe, and the hemp rope wrapped around the axe handle sounded in the sand. The dark blood marks left by last night's fierce battle were coagulated in the cold light of the axe blade.
Fresh scars were lying obliquely on her brow bone, but the amber pupils became brighter and brighter - like the brightest star before dawn, staring at the horizon through layers of haze. Her left shoulder sank slightly under the pressure of the axe, but her spine was always as straight as a Lone Pine on the edge of the cliff. The protruding muscle lines under the cloth clothes showed the amazing explosive power of this body. The rusty morning wind swept over her cracked lips, but it could not take away the flame leaping in her pupils - it was a faint light quenched in blood and fire and never extinguished, burning on the barren land more fiercely than the rising sun.