Near the border of Artabia lays the small province of Werlin. The Artabians are commanded by their king to take over the land. He wishes for his kingdom to expand, Werlin with its open fields, great for cattle raising and wheat growing will provide plentiful future resources for future expansion. The people of Werlin cannot muster the army nor adequate arms to fight off the Artabian forces; their lord is skilled but he knows that fighting on the open fields is useless. While he forces his army and people to hold up in his castle, an unexpected heroine arrives in the desperate little nation. Axiothea arrives spotting the advancing army, her war cry is given as a greeting; she has a personal reason to fight the Artabians.
The powerful muscular nude Axiothea, rushes into the battlefield, her tall stature and big bosom are an open signal of death for the enemy; she wants the attention and focus on her, living for the bloodshed of battle. Her short red hair guides her like a ship's mast to the enemy's raised spears and flags, her great muscular legs power her movement like a raging bull. With her non-eyepatch covered eye on the right, she sees the fear in the enemy's body, shaking into what armor they have on.
"RAAAHHH!" she bellows as she closes the distance.
The enemy soldiers form rank readying their spears to pierce her as a defense. The commander barks at them to hold the line. They are a group of pikemen out on patrol, who find themselves engaging in battle with a deadly warrior.
"Hold men! For the glory of Artabia and King Osmald, hold the line against her!"
The Artabian pikemen stay in formation, but Axiothea can see fear in some of their eyes. She gets close to the first line of spears, stops her charge, then open her arms wide. She closes them on a group of spears, her bare fists breaking them, splintering wood from the metal tips. Like raging storm she breaks more and more of spear in front of her; the Artabian pikemen panic and break formation, but this leads to their doom. Exposed and their backs turned, Axiothea rushes to the fleeing soldiers shoving her fist through their armored bodies, piercing into their chests. Many of the men die instantly from having their hearts pierced, the unlucky ones bleed out onto the grassy battlefield.
As the pikemen flee, the commander shakes his head frustrated. His grey hair and moustache would look like raging flames if they could. He pulls out his sword readying to fight Axiothea. In his silvery plate armor, and dark grey chainmail that cover his body from head to toe await the nude raging warrior. The gold coated helmet with a dragon on it makes the commander look like a beast, but the true beast stands in front of him.
"Brave soldier strike at me first, I await you," Axiothea says arms wide open, blood from the slain men covering her naked body.
"It amazes me that you fight so well with that exposed body of yours," the commander says, "But I must defeat you for the honor of my kingdom and king!"
"The divine bless me and I humbly thank them," Axiothea says, knowing too much arrogance will cause her great power to go away, "Now attack, and let us fight to determine a winner."
The grizzled commander rushes at her swinging his battle tested broadsword for her barren torso. Axiothea, blocks his attack by putting her arms up and crossing them in front of her body like a giant shield. He furiously continues his swings, but her arms block each hit; the sword begins to slowly chip apart, damaged by the divinely blessed body. Axiothea swings her left hand at the tip of the broadsword, bashing if off like a club smashing into a window. A large crack is heard at the broken sword bits fly over the field. The commander looks at the destruction stunned, but finds the resolve to keep swinging the deteriorating sword at Axiothea. She dodges his wild swings, moving up close to him. She plunges her right fist into his breastplate, her bare skin pierces through it and the chainmail into his chest. The commander gives out a groan of pain, trying to fight back, wanting to stab Axiothea with his sword, but he can't find the strength to move it. His weakened hands drop it to the ground, his body trying to conserve what life is left as it begins to die.
Axiothea lowers his body slowly to ground, her hand still in his chest. She has questions for him.
"Who commands this army?"
"Who do you think, the wild and daring Duke Warls," He gasps.
"Warls," Axiothea says. "Where is he. I will not let him leave this area alive. He will pay for having paid mercenaries to hall me off in chains as a slave to the markets in the south."
"Hah, I bet he will do it himself this time," the commander says.
"Where is he!" Axiothea demands.
"You'll find him soon. And the twenty knights on horse back who follow him, you naked wench," the commander says, then giving out a wheeze, breathing his last breath.
Axiothea pulls her hand out of his chest, his dead body no longer of use for her. She bites her lip in frustration; Warls is cunning when he is on horseback, Axiothea knows she can't keep up with the speed of his steed, but if she is smart she can outwit him. However, him having twenty other knights riding with him, will prove to dangerous for her. Even with her divine blessed body, she knows she can be overwhelmed, and in her fatigue, she will get brash and sloppy making her blessing cease, humility turning her back to a mortal woman; a nude mortal woman.
She decides to retreat back in the direction she came, knowing that the Artabian's were struck hard with a majority of their pikemen killed. She knows there are other infantrymen nearby, she can see the smoke from their set up camps as she continues her retreat, however the pikemen she slew were traversing the area trying to find anyone who was outside the protection of the castle they could kill. To bad they ran into her.
Axiothea continues her retreat, heading to the castle of the lord. There she will rest, coming up with a strategy to defeat Warls. The duke will pay for trying to get rid of her, thinking having her enslaved would rid her from having an impact on the world. She killed his paid mercenaries, and now she wants his life to join them.
Her retreat leads her to a giant grey castle, the flags with a golden hawk tell her it is still under the control of the Lord of Werlin. She traverses closer the great powerful walls looming over her, greeting her, welcoming her with safety. As she gets closer she hears the neighing and clomping of horses. Axiothea looks behind her to see twenty-one knights riding behind her; in front of those twenty a man in dark grey plate armor, covering every part of his body, red and gold with lions on the surcoat cover the breast plate and plated legs; the coat of arms of Duke Warls.
He rides viciously with haste towards Axiothea, his horse as bold as him. Axiothea knows that she can't get into the castle in time; she will have to fight Warls and his men. The other knights follow behind him, spreading out and forming a big circle; Duke Warls told them he wants to be the one to challenge Axiothea, and they are to keep her from escaping. As Axiothea sees the trap being formed, she get into a stance ready to ward off the advancing duke. Warls lowers his lance readying to pierce Axiothea right in the bosom. He has the reach over her, and is confident he will strike before she can, however Axiothea decides to charge at him as well. He is confused and directs his lance at her, but she then jumps and lunges up at him. Caught off guard, he can't move his lance in time to block her. Axiothea tackles Warls, the two of them falling off the horse in the tumble.
The two bounce off each other as they hit the ground, but Warls drops his lance. He pulls out his sword, but Axiothea already rushes up to him. She strikes her fist at him, he puts up his sword to block, but her bare fist smashes through it, penetrating his dark grey helmet as well. Her fist tears off chunks of metal as she strikes, but she doesn't hit the flesh of Warls's head. As Axiothea moves her arms back she can see the green eyes of the duke staring wildly at her, his black hair swaying in the exposed part of the helmet.
Duke Warls gives out a loud whistle, calling the other knights to charge at her. Axiothea panics, instead of trying to finish off the duke, she darts her head around trying to find an escape. They close in faster than she thought, their lances flying towards her. She blocks and parries the attack, her divine protection keeping her bare skin from being torn to shreds. However, the movement of the horses bump and barge her, keeping her from escaping. Axiothea tries to swings at the knights, but they move their horses out of the way each time. While she focuses on the knights, Duke Warls uses this chance to regain himself. He picks up his lance and whistles his horse to come back; the loyal steed rides towards its owner, the duke jumps on to the horse. He then directs the dark brown steed towards the naked heroine, riding furiously at her. He readies his lance; the other knights see their noble commander charging, and ride away from Axiothea. She is confused, but by the time she sees what it going on, the one good eye of hers sees Warls's lance flying into her.
It strikes her bosom, but doesn't pierce, instead knocking her down. Before she can get up, the loyal steed of the duke, tramples over her. Her divine protection keeps her from bleeding, but Axiothea feels like the castle she was trying to get into repeatedly slammed into her. She struggles to get up, desperately trying to inhale in air.
"Please gods' who have blessed me. Give me protection and victory over my enemy," she begs.
"Will you die already!" Warls shouts pulling the reins to turn his steed, then charging his horse at her.
Axiothea flips her body over, curling her body into a ball. She knows her body will avoid damage from the piercing lance, allowing her to enact her trap.
"Die like a coward, you nudist wench!" Warls howlers, confident in his victory.
His arrogance is his doom, he had the speed and evasive advantage over the nude heroine. If he and his men had continued to pester her, Axiothea's temper and arrogance would have caused her divine protection to disappear. Instead it is the duke's arrogance that has sealed his fate.
He thrusts his lance into Axiothea's back the tip bouncing off the divinely exposed body. He does not care believing he will be able to strike again and wound her. As his horse comes closer to trample Axiothea, the trap is set. She comes out of her curled-up position, and lunges at the charging steed. Her powerful muscular arms grab the front legs of the horse. She lifts it up with ease, the steed neighing in fear, its rides hollering in surprise. She forcefully grips the front legs spins around with the beast and it rider, violently tossing both away. Both hit the ground hard, bouncing and tumbling extra distance. Duke Warls's armor protects him, but his horse isn't so lucky; the violent toss and tumbling causes great damage to the steed. Three of its four legs break, with ribs internally cracking, the neck ruptured making moving the head impossible. The horse gives out a faint neigh, its body unable to move; if the loyal steed doesn't die from its wounds, it will be put out of its misery.
Duke Warls tries to regain his body, finding enough energy to get up and find his footing. While doing this Axiothea takes the open opportunity to charge in and strike him. Her right arm plunges into his armor, piercing into the flesh. She doesn't hit his heart, being sloppy with her strike, instead hitting outer part of his left side. She would have continued to keep striking into him until his body was a mess of flesh, guts and shattered bones, but his knights come rushing in. Axiothea pulls her arm out and retreats back. The knights don't continue to pursue her, focusing on saving their duke. They pick him up and carry him off so that at the Artabian camp he can be healed. Axiothea sees the backsides of the steeds of the twenty knights flee, leaving her alone with the dying horse of the duke, and the castle of Werlinian lord.
"ARRRGHHH!" She yells. "You will pay Warls! One day I will kill you for trying to rid the world of me! I'll thrash you so bad, that you will be unrecognizable when they bury you!"
Axiothea stomps her feet in rage. One day she will get her revenge. She marches off, strangling Warls's dying horse to put it out of its misery; she then heads to the castle. As she gets closer she sees the gates open. Coming out a man on a grey horse wearing chainmail armor rides toward her, his lance readied, even if it looks outdated. He rides toward her, but Axiothea keeps her calm, finally somebody to give her shelter during this weary time.
"Who rides up," she says forcefully with tired irritation in her voice. Her blood-soaked body is of a warrior who is beat from a long-fought battle.
"I am Gustav, lord of Werlin," the rider says his aged face looking gratefully at her. "I thank you for coming to my people's rescue."
"Don't think its is over. I saw smoke of the Artabian camp in the distance," She says.
"They camp, but they will soon tuck tail and run. I saw your fight from the window of my castle," Lord Gustav says halting his horse before Axiothea. "That knight you tussled with and almost killed was Duke Warls. He leads the Artabian army here, the wounds you inflicted are dire, I believe his men will flee whether he dies from them or not."
"Don't be so sure, he is but one commander who fights for the glory of the Artrabian king," Axiothea says.
"Perhaps, but I know that this is a massive moral blow, it will be a while before they can reorganize."
"Fine, fine," Axiothea grunts.
"Now, I believe I recognize you. Your nude body able to withstand any damage from weapons that would kill most mortals. That short red hair, and eyepatch on your right eye. You are Axiothea, the wild bare fighting heroine. I have heard stories of your accolades from those who pass through my little province. It is an honor that you came in to fight for the protection of my land."
"Thank you, Lord Gustav. However, my feud with the Artabians is mainly one with Duke Warls. He had hired mercenaries to bind me and sell me into slavery to the markets in the south. However, I slew them, and now wish for revenge. His fear of me is one that is believed by many in the vast royal courts of lands that make up this world. They dislike my wild unconventional appearance, one that can sway fortune for those who need my brute power. I have saved your province today, but I am not your long ally, and never forget that."
"I see," Lord Gustav says, his body shaken a little by her statement, but he believes he can trust her for now. "It seems you won't fight all battles for me. However, you did today, and for that I must repay you by hosting you in my castle, allowing you to rest and clean up.
"Now that is something I can agree to," Axiothea chuckles. "Lead the way."
"Certainly, though there is one thing you need to do when in my castle."
"What is that?"
"Please where some kind of attire. Even if my people know of your great strength, your nudeness might make them feel uncomfortable, and nervous to converse."
"Ugh fine," she groans. "But I am walking into your castle bare. I'll but on close after I wash up."
He agrees and the two head off. Inside Axiothea is cleaned up by Lord Gustav's servants; she thanks the gods for her victory as they wash her. She puts on a giant robe, keeping her attire simple, one where if battle is called for, she can tear off the clothing and rush into the fight with haste.
In the castle the people celebrate her victory. There is much food stored to keep the citizens of Werlin fed for months while the Artabian's thought of ways to siege the castle. Lord Gustav has a small portion of the storage be used for the celebratory feast. His citizens dance and eat, drinking to stay merry, many come up to thank Axiothea, asking for her to tell tales of her other victories. She humbly obliges, retelling tales of past glories that make them fill with amazement.
Axiothea takes this time to celebrate and rest. She needs it every now and then. However, she knows that she soon have to leave, wanting to track down Duke Warls and exact her revenge. She is a nomadic warrior heroine; the hospitality of those who admire her are only temporary. What is permanent is her wandering the wilderness naked, her body blessed by the gods, searching for excitement and adventure.