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You are a Warrior  

  1. 1. What do you do?

    • rush her, let the blade of your machete do the talking
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    • rush her, try to snap one of the iron collars hanging from your belt around her neck, claim her, then break her at your leisure
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    • circle her, force her back, make her talk. Find out where she's taken the leashling you hunt
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    • fall back, let her think she’s driven you off, and then follow her and find where she's taken the leashling
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The woman before you is no leashling, no trembling wench waiting for the collar. She stands with her blade low but ready, her stance solid, balanced. She knows how to fight. Her armor is cobbled together from scavenged sports gear, reinforced leather, and rusted plating, but it’s more than just protection. It tells a story. She's survived, she's killed, and she’s not afraid of you.

"Looks like you've lost another leashling, Meatdog," she taunts, her lips curling into a smirk. mocking you.

You sneer, your grip tightening on the hilt of your machete. The blade is old, its jagged edge nicked and dark with dried blood, but it has never failed you before. Your fingers twitch. She’s fast, but you’re bigger, stronger. You could end her, crush her skull against the ruins like you’ve done to dozens before.

"Tell your Boneking if he comes looking, all he'll find is death."

She’s bold, tossing threats at the name of the only man that matters. The Boneking’s rule stretches far and wide, his hunger unending. He takes what he wants, and she thinks she can stop him? You roll your shoulders, baring your teeth. She’s baiting you, trying to get you to strike first. Trying to throw you off. But you’re no fool. You know your size and power is your strength in this contest. She’s smaller. She bleeds just like the rest.

"Return her, and I'll let you go," you say, your voice steady.

"If you think you can take me," she says with swagger to match any man in your crew, "come get some."

The air between you tightens, a moment stretched thin with tension.

  • If you rush her, let the blade of your machete do the talking, click here. <link forthcoming>
  • If you rush her, try to snap one of the iron collars hanging from your belt around her neck, claim her, then break her at your leisure, click here. <link forthcoming>
  • If you circle her, force her back, make her talk. Find out where she's taken the leashling you hunt, click here. <link forthcoming>
  • If you fall back, let her think she’s driven you off, and then follow her and find where she's taken the leashling, click here. <link forthcoming>

 

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