here is my finished writing for the arena:
The war had started, but women were not one to fight.
She needed to protect herself and her land. On the hill she could see destruction and Bloodshed, She knew it was her place to step in. Master swordsman she was, The blades her father , the black smith, she used. She fought for what was right and what she believed it. The war was coming to an end. The men looked to her for support, She knew what was needed. A colonial prophecy. They would survive another day.
I'm in it now,
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