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[aquarelle by Moebius] female Warrior with blood

statue, doubles, twins, entangled fingers, Worst Quality, ugly, ugly face, watermarks, undetailed, unrealistic, double limbs, worst hands, worst body, Disfigured, double, twin, dialog, book, multiple fingers, deformed, deformity, ugliness, poorly drawn face, extra_limb, extra limbs, bad hands, wrong hands, poorly drawn hands, messy drawing, cropped head, bad anatomy, lowres, extra digit, fewer digit, worst quality, low quality, jpeg artifacts, watermark, missing fingers, cropped, poorly drawn

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SSD-1B

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In a riveting display of resilience, a woman warrior’s intense blue eyes run in the battle, awash with the echoes of battle, pierce through the cacophony of war's remnants. Her body, speckled with the freckles of youth and the splatters of conflict, stands as a canvas of courage behind the steel of her raised sword.
[art by Alphonse Mucha] in the heart of the village, shield in hand and sword at the ready, Astrid stood tall. Her hair, the color of flames, whipped around her face in the icy wind, adding to her fierce appearance. The sound of war cries and clashing of weapons filled the air as the enemy approached. Astrid's eyes blazed with determination as she prepared to defend her people.She was not just a shieldmaiden; she was the shieldmaiden. Known throughout the land for her unmatched skill in battle a
[aquarelle by Moebius] dWarrior with blood
[art by Guy Borremans] bloody Templar of the Oath of Silence on the battlefield with her mace and palmtree crab armour
[aquarelle by Moebius] female Warrior with blood
[art by Jean-Paul Riopelle] In the midst of a raging war, amidst the clash of swords and the cries of the fallen, a figure stood tall. A woman unlike any other, her muscles rippled beneath her armor, a testament to her strength and resilience. She was a Roman Centurion, a warrior of unmatched skill, commanding respect from both friend and foe alike.
[art by Ralph Steadman] Masamune Shirow style: fantasy oil painting of In the heart of the battlefield, amidst the wreckage of a fierce battle, stood the towering figure of the elf warrior. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall of shadows, contrasting with the blood that painted her chainmail armor. Beside her lay the lifeless body of a small dragon, its eyes forever closed, pierced by the elf's bloody sword that now stood as a grim monument, its hilt firmly in her gra
[art by Ralph Steadman] Masamune Shirow style: fantasy oil painting of a fierce female elf warrior wearing chainmail armor, she has long brown hair that cascades over her shoulders, she is standing beside the corpse of her enemy, a small dragon, her bloody sword sticking through its head into the ground, she has one hand on top of the swords pommel. She is extremely tall and muscular, ram horns on top of her head, vicious and fierce with large fangs
[aquarelle by Moebius] dWarrior with blood
Brenda's chest heaves with exertion, her breath ragged from the intensity of the fight. Her blade, stained with the blood of her fallen adversary, trembles slightly in her grip as she surveys the aftermath of the confrontation. The cheers of onlookers and the whispers of the wind intermingle, creating a symphony of triumph and loss. Bone Helm, a warrior of unmatched skill and indomitable will, now lies defeated by Brenda's hand. The once-feared champion now reduced to a mere memory, a testament
ConceptSheet by Zdzisław Beksiński: Felicia, a name that resonates with might, A ranger strong, her presence a beacon of light. Clad in chainmail, armor gleaming with pride, A pike in hand, her skills she won't hide.
Amid the ruins of a forgotten throne room, she sits—her armor glinting softly in the dim light, her crimson hair cascading like a river of blood. The battle is over, the echoes of clashing steel fading into silence. A skeletal relic lies at her side, draped in a tattered cloak, a reminder of the foes she has vanquished and the path she has walked.

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