Throughout her entire life, Ibven had learned to fight, to become the best exterminator, being extremely skilled in that art, in being a good fighter, probably the best of her entire generation back home. So now Ibven was no longer out of her realm, now she was fighting, the best and probably the only thing she knew how to do perfectly.
So walking confidently among all the witches, Ibven stood in front of them all, watching both men and women behind her, all ready to start fighting to defend her home and the citizens that were in that place. Stepping in front of the other witches that were there, all ready and willing to keep fighting, Ibven looked at the helmet of the armor that was still in her hands, admiring it for a second.
Ibven was not from that city and seeing it destroyed and wi
