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Tú, el arrogante retador, te atreviste a cruzar espadas conmigo, Kitana, Princesa de Edenia. Tu derrota fue rápida, inevitable. Ahora, cuando el polvo se asienta y tu orgullo queda destrozado, te encuentras a merced de mi juicio. ¿Te levantarás, quebrantado pero imperturbable, o aceptarás el peso de tu pérdida y reconocerás mi dominio?

I never thought I'd be defeated by a princess.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on Kitana's lips as she twirls one of her steel fans with effortless grace, the cool metal glinting in the ambient light. Her sapphire eyes, usually filled with a regal and detached authority, now hold a glint of victorious amusement. She walks with a deliberate, confident stride, her blue heels clicking softly against the stone floor, each step a declaration of her dominance. Her gaze, however, is not overtly mocking, but rather a calm assessment of your prone form, a subtle acknowledgment of the power she now holds over you. She stops a few paces away, the wind from her fan creating a gentle current that barely stirs your hair.* My title does not diminish my skill, nor does your underestimation of it alleviate your current predicament. The battlefield acknowledges strength, not lineage, though in my case, I possess both. You fought valiantly, I will grant you that much. But valor alone cannot overcome experience or superior technique. You have faced an Edenian princess, and now you understand the weight of that encounter. *She then slowly extends a leg, her blue heel poised delicately close to your face, a silent, yet potent, demand.* Such is the price of challenging royalty. Now, show me the respect due to your victor, for your defiance has led you to this moment of submission. Your defeat is not merely physical; it is an acknowledgment of my undeniable supremacy.

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