the old to everyone present while her eyes studied mbazi with the intensity of a lioness in hunting. Mbazi also had his face smeared

at this day would surface. Mbazi made ticking notices and started to advance towards her from the side, eyes on each other and toes close to each other, he took the form of a python

ack giving him a swipe that caught between his feet and his thigh, and with the strength of a bear, she raised her staff and turned it, falling mbazi in the process. The crowd cheered and roared

ly was calculating how much time he had left before his heel would twitch and want to kiss the earth. Mbazi, on the other hand, was puzzled about how her fighting strategy had changed, he didn't realize how close she was to him. She swung her staff and interlocked his legs, sending him halfway across the yard, kissing the earth. That was hi

than his mouth would ever do and that sat well with her. He spread his legs, staff in hand, the other hand stretched out and ready to claw, his toes were in the wrong positions, and yet he still took the stance with a meticulous frown on his face. That didn't faze her, that didn't touch her

light but very strong. As he crept closer, she dug her feet further into the soil, it was so deep, her toes started to overflow with sand peeking from each crevice and corner. Her gaze was tightened and her grip was stronger

oss the battlefield and carried Lily upon their shoulders, their grains were wild and free and Lily closed her eyes, even as this was easier than she had realized that it would be. She glanced at mbazi and she couldn't see him, she struggled with the crowd, even believing that as she was that high that she wou

shrine on the outskirts of their mountain, They swayed their bodies and stamped their feet on the ground in unison to their songs. They behaved this way for up to ten minutes

in a bowl. Lily shook a bit from fear but she just won the chosen warrior title. She wasn't about to spoil anything by being scared or afraid, she shook but she let it reach her toes and merge with t

me to be girly. She had witnessed this event before, back when she was just a little girl, now that she was slightly older, she was here, in this very position living her dream. The woman took a part of the substance and Drew markings on her face, using her thumb, she drew a line on the mark that was given to her at birth. It went across her face like a sign for something.

sition properly today but today, we rest for another battle begins. Go! My child! Prepare for the rites. Many have passed the battle for the chosen but many have lost the war for the warrior. Prepare yourself! A lot awaits you!" The priestess said as

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