âStop fidgeting, my love. Youâve left a mess...â It wasnât in Kyraâs preogative to compliment a soldier for being efficient. It was a soldierâs duty to be efficient, anything less oft required death. USUALLY, it wasnât in Kyraâs prerogative to lead CLONES on excursions beyond enemy borders... but her Master believed that she needed a sword. An~ arm, a specialized branch of militaristic interests to accompany her when âstealthâ seemed frivolous.Â
 Lifting the bloodied fingers to her lips, she expresionlessly savored the taste of mortal ichor all while surveying this thing before her.
  âA drawback to not wearing a helmet, Iâd assume...â Sucked clean. About face, weapon raised. âPrepare to move.â
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