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    Somewhere upon the soils of combat, stained by the entrails violently freed,
stood a figure of jagged contours outlined by armor comprised of blade.
    Insatiable in sanguine hunger and more than happy to feed the need,
she skewers her opponents gleeful and eats of supper morals forbade.
    Fibrous gore have clothed her body in a grisly costume, atrocious.
The sound of her voice is replaced by guttural groans befitting a beast.
    Primal hardships have hidden the child who once wandered in play precocious,
forcing her to survive by way of murderous gorging at a grim feast.
    Where the innocence once existed, now only sounds of battle remain,
hollowed out and silenced by echoes of a red drum that she once held. 
    Now she screams over the corpse laden battlefield of the lawless war plane
as she eviscerates, intimidates, with stab and slash and gouge and geld.
    Ample chest heaves with furtive breathi