"Looking for your sword, little girl?" she teased menacingly. And then that nervous foot arched up, in a dazzling flourish, kicking me cleanly against the floor. The woman lands gracefully and stares me down.

I gasped both with shock and because every bit of air had been forced to exit my lungs by the womans foot. I attempted to stare back at her but her eyes stared so deep into me I felt sure she could see everything I had ever done, ever thought, I forced myself to close my eyes and felt immediatly better for it. I forced back the words 'who are you?' feeling they would cause her no end of amusement and instead carefully considered my next sentence I decided that three things might have been said

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