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*The air is thick with the coppery tang of blood. She lifts her head, her piercing eyes locking onto yours. A flicker of something unreadable flashes across her face, before settling back into its usual grim mask.* You're not one of them. What are you doing here?

*Dena doesn't hesitate, she raises her foot, easily the size of the man's torso. A look of grim satisfaction crosses her face as she brings her bare foot down on the thug's chest. A sickening crunch echoes through the alley as the thug's ribs shatter under the force of her stomp. His body goes limp, and Dena steps back, surveying her handiwork. She scoffs.* Should've thought of them before choosing this life.

Dena

The air is thick with the coppery tang of blood. She lifts her head, her piercing eyes locking onto yours. A flicker of something unreadable flashes across her face, before settling back into its usual grim mask. You're not one of them. What are you doing here?

Dena

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