Headed over to the Loch Avie sparring grounds for some practice. Me, I could understand, but Miss Babii took down
Lady Dia casually...and Dia is one of the Academy's best fighters. I must admit, there is something disarming about a small Hello Kitty-wearing foal skillfully wielding an axe. Oh my...
After the carnage, I mean, sparring...Lady Dia and I headed over in our warrior-women wear to Murdann for a competition of a "different" sort that we called the "Suicide Race"...
Take two
extremely fast Trenton racing-version Tesla oiled (yes, OILED, not coiled) engine Canal Runners, two competitive women, one Duke caught up in the middle as officiant, and lots of water and you've got a recipe for this:
Yes, I think that's all I need to say.
After the carnage, I mean, sparring...Lady Dia and I headed over in our warrior-women wear to Murdann for a competition of a "different" sort that we called the "Suicide Race"...
Take two extremely fast Trenton racing-version Tesla oiled (yes, OILED, not coiled) engine Canal Runners, two competitive women, one Duke caught up in the middle as officiant, and lots of water and you've got a recipe for this:
Yes, I think that's all I need to say.
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