determinations

The young woman stood her ground, her bat held firmly in her hand, eyes blazing with determination. She had trained for this moment, prepared for the possibility of being faced with enemy soldiers. And now, as they charged towards her with weapons raised, she knew that it was time to put her skills to the test. With every strike and parry, she defended herself with fierce agility, never losing sight of her ultimate goal - survival. Despite the odds stacked against her, she refused to back down. But just as she began to tire, a sudden blaring of horns and loud battle cries filled the air. The enemy soldiers faltered, their attention now diverted to the approaching army. Taking advantage of the distraction, the young woman swiftly dealt the final blow to her opponent before collapsing to the ground in exhaustion. As she lay there catching her breath, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and gratitude towards the army that had saved her. She may have been a skilled fighter, but even the strongest warrior needs help when facing overwhelming odds. And in that moment, she was grateful for the support that had come to her aid.

(A/N)

Now keep in mind this is only my second fic, I believe I've gotten a lot better at writing and hope all of you guys that do read this enjoy it, I'll try and publish at least once a week if I remember

Anywayssss have fun readers