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Blood dripped from her blade, not that she noticed. Her breath was steady, eyes locked on the last enemy standing. He trembled. Good.
“They told you I was just a girl?” she said, stepping forward.
Her armor was scratched, her knuckles bruised, but she didn’t care.
She had trained for this. Fought for this.
The world wanted her quiet, pretty, obedient.
She chose to be dangerous.
With one sharp move, it was over.
She wiped her sword clean, tied back her hair, and kept walking—no thanks, no glory.
Just another battle. And she was far from done.
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