(Music Recommendation: Tell Her I Wasn't Scared by Dan Thiessen.)
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Viola, breathing hard, slowly backed away from her opponent, staggering slightly as she moved, the bloody dagger still gripped tightly in her hand. In that moment, her eyes held nothing but ruthless resolve, not a trace of mercy left in them as she looked down at the bleeding she-wolf.
The arena fell into complete silence, so quiet that a pin could have been heard dropping, broken only by the howling wind and the snowflakes swirling through the air.
Elizabeth had made the mistake of believing she could break Viola simply because she was smaller, and supposedly less capable. Now, Viola stood over her, battered and exhausted but still holding her weapon, unwilling to back down or show an ounce of regret for what she had done.
