Her Crimson Command A Faceslapping Surrender

A hush fell across the assembled warriors. Their gaze were fixed upon her, a figure of unyielding majesty. Her crimson mantle flowed behind her like a living thing, each movement serpentine. A single weapon hung at her hip, gleaming with the flame. She wielded a presence that could immobilize even the fiercest of hearts. Facesitting The enemy, onc

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