Hardened Recruit
Howls filled the cold morning air. The Noxian hounds of war drew nearer with every passing moment. She had never seen battle. Nor had she ever smelled the miasma of charred corpses that succeeded every battle. She event had yet to watch the life bleed from a man's eyes. But years in the Demacian garrisons had prepared her for this day. She was ready.
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