The warrior defends her land with the greatest honor. She fights in every battle and never leaves a dying friend. Her eyes are fixed on her opponent while her hand unsheathes her sword. She strikes the man across his legs so that he can't walk. The warrior's glare pierced sharply into his eyes as she plunged her sword into his chest. She kicked him off the end of her sword and brought out her bow and arrow. The quiver always left her mark on the land because hers was purple. She pulled the string back with an arrow and released it. The arrow spun its way to an enemy on higher ground and dove into his throat. Then, suddenly, someone hit her from behind with their sword. The warrior cried out as her back bled. Still, she kept her back straight and prepared to fight the man. Her sword was still red from another man's blood but she paid no attention to it. The man dove at her with his sword but she dodged and dug her elbow into his back. He fell on his stomach and quickly got back up before the warrior could strike again. They started to fight again. The warrior matched her foot work with his and at the right moment, she twisted around and cut her sword into his side. He fell again but did not get up. The warrior was focused on the man when an arrow of a blue tinge spun toward her. She screamed as the arrow made its way into her chest. She fell next to the man she killed and saw something different about him... The warrior recognized him from somewhere... This man she had just killed, he was her brother.
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