LISE
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Seated well outside the action, Lise struggled against her swirling vision as she watched the pitiful excuse of a fight from a distance. It was painful. Although she knew that her brother was skilled enough, she still knew that this was a fight that was completely out of his league.
"B-Brother..."
She had to get up. She was supposed to be the one getting slaughtered out there, not her brother! What right did she even have to tell him she loved him if she failed to even offer herself up in his stead?!
*BOOM! BOOM!*
The young girl clutched her sword close to her chest as another set of shockwaves rippled across the arena. Each blow sent a wave of debilitating nausea to Lise, causing her to retch once more as she fought desperately against her traitorous body.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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