She startled easily, like a rabbit at the sound of a hunter's rifle. Unfortunately, she didn't react like a rabbit would. She swung her sword up and blocked, the motion smooth like a wave on the ocean. Wet, too, with the arterial spray of blood. The others around her sang war cries, but she was too focused for that. Her silence unnerved her attackers. She did her best to unnerve them. And unman them. And unmake them.
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Ohh, I really liked this one, the imagery is so vivid. I can see her moving like the ocean, and then with the wet. I really like the singing of war cries while she remains silent.
The unnerve them, unman them, and the unmake them statement shows a lot of who this character is, at least I get a good feeling for it.
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