HER CRIMSON COMMAND A FACESLAPPING SURRENDER

A hush fell across the assembled warriors. Their gaze were fixed on her, a figure of unyielding majesty. Her crimson armor flowed behind her like blood, each movement serpentine. A single weapon hung from her side, gleaming in the light. She wielded a presence that could command even the fiercest of hearts. The enemy, once proud, now quailed befor