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The courage of Isa's sister was incredible, fighting being blinded. Adelle wondered if she'd be as brave as that when it came her turn to fight. She certainly hoped so. Warrior blood ran through her veins, and she was surrounded by many grand heroes. If Adelle failed at becoming one it would be a tragedy. Adelle growled at the mention of more scars being given, cheering as Isa announced that the monster's leg was broken, shattering into pieces.
At last, it seemed, the monster died. It was worth the wait, taking him down and tearing him apart. Revenge was taken, and their mother could rest in peace. That was what a war story was, battling the foes and demons until they could no longer stand against you. Her tail wagged at the end, feeling eager. Ja! Uhyret er død! Du og din søster er så cool! Du dræbte ham! Adelle bounced to her feet, proceeding to reenact the battle. Først han slog! Bam! Så vendte rundt, og søster brækkede benet! Crash! Adelle pounced onto a pile of snow, seeing it as the monster. Han døde!