Under a pale moon and with the soft rustle of silk and satin, she runs, her long dark hair streaming out behind her. Her golden slippers glide soundlessly on the forest floor as she heads towards the enemy’s encampment, bow in hand. Quickly and effortlessly, she notches an arrow and draws back on the string of the handcrafted bow, drawing a bead on the nearest bandit that had sacked her village. On this night she would have her revenge and they will feel the fire from the Phoenix Archer!
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