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Her quaint mannerisms amused me: the way she would glance around the room, every so often, as if she saw something out of the corner of her eye, the way that she tapped out an every changing rhythm on the table with her fingers, everything.
She felt as if all of the cells in her body were reacting at once. She flinched as the sword slithered past her ear and ducked, running on pure adrenaline. Duck, lunge, parry, she continued to fight, her sword flying like a bird.