Placeholder: Her many enemies have vowed to burn her at the stake if she ever falls into their vengeful hands. She has slain so many of their kinsmen. The hills are crawling with her foes eager to take her alive for the fire. Traps have been set for her, and her risk of capture are high. Yet this brave young warrior has no fear of any foe and welcomes the opportunity to slay even more enemies. Her many enemies have vowed to burn her at the stake if she ever falls into their vengeful hands. She has slain so many of their kinsmen. The hills are crawling with her foes eager to take her alive for the fire. Traps have been set for her, and her risk of capture are high. Yet this brave young warrior has no fear of any foe and welcomes the opportunity to slay even more enemies.

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Her many enemies have vowed to burn her at the stake if she ever falls into their vengeful hands. She has slain so many of their kinsmen. The hills are crawling with her foes eager to take her alive for the fire. Traps have been set for her, and her risk of capture are high. Yet this brave young warrior has no fear of any foe and welcomes the opportunity to slay even more enemies.

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