Her blade sang in the wind

Swinging gently by her side

Her cloak waved perfectly

In a single circular motion

Leaves rustled nervously

In her presence

Her gun lay comfortably

Cushioned by her pocket

Caressed the trigger

Caressed the power

Opened her eyes sharply

Cold look swept across her face

Skin would be her armour

All that she would need

Sacrifices had been made

The path has been laid

The time has come

She was ready

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