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"Hmm...clever response...You are correct...I do know where the sword is from. I know that you made it yourself, and it's a rather suitable weapon, might I add." Ares pauses to study you, his eyes glimmering with a hint of seductiveness. You feel a strange tingling wash over you, as if someone is probing in your mind and you hear Ares chuckle. "So you want to be one of my warrioresses?" he questions. "What makes you think I'm interested in you?" |
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I am an excellent fighter and, as I have shown you, an expert on weaponry as well. |
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I'm surprised the idea of another warrior does not excite you...especially a female one. |
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