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@WlTCHER 
          
          *she nodded in response. that was fair. she imagined perhaps it was geralt who had trained him, or perhaps vesemir. either way, she would not underestimate him. the silver eyed woman raised her own sword, feet moving as if like a dance, rapid swift and sharp, her sword wasting no hesitation in swiping forward.*

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@WlTCHER 
          
          *there was a slight twitch upward of the corner of her lips, though it could only be seen if very closely watched. pale fingers tapped on the wooden table, before rising to her feet.* then let’s see what you’ve got. *she mused, eyebrow raising as she unsheathed her sword from her belt.*

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@WlTCHER 
          
          *a single eyebrow rose as she studied him for a moment from her seat within the keep, tilting her head to the side. reyna pursed her lips for a moment. she supposed it wasn’t impossible. people said that females hardly ever survived the witcher initiations, yet here she was.* mhm… you know how to fight?