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THE PROTECTORS

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"So are you going to the battle?" He asked her as he tucked his hands in the jeans pocket. He leaned forward, hoping to intimidate her. But he didn't know who she was. And gods forbid he ever found out about her.
She nodded.
"Good luck." He said.
She smirked. Luck...Her enemies needed it more.. Smiling to herself she clutched the hilt of her faithful dagger. Adrenaline pumped through her veins.
Oh! The storm that she was going to unleash...All Rights Reserved

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