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Sestsunna stood atop a hill of dead soldiers with blood dripping down her rose sword, More men matched forward and she sprinted and their heads slice into the air. "Why don't you pick a fight of your own size" a voice spoke behind her, setsunna turned her face, treasure stood with an hand fan covering part of her face, "Really, do you think you are my Right size? Setsunna questioned "Mind testing it out" treasure flight her hand fan "Interesting" Setsunna turned her body as she turned facing her, she grip firmly to her sword, treasure swung her hand fan, a jolt of wind with sharp knives flew through then air aim at sestsunna. Sestsunna swung her sword swiftly repelling the attack. "Oh, it's seems you are stronger than you look, then less try this then" treasure swung her hand fan an
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