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She was beautiful.
She pirouetted around the room with the grace of a ballerina, swinging her sword with deadly accuracy.
Parry, thrust
Amethyst almost couldn't believe the sight before her. She never thought the older girl could do anything this dangerous. She always worried about ever single thing and yet here she was, handling a blade like a professional swordsman.
Thrust
It seemed sharp. She looked dangerous.
Cut, parry, thrust
It was hypnotizing.
Amethyst couldn't look away.
Parry, turn...
"Amethyst?"
