The Goddess of Victory

Sig is trans and panromantic demisexual :))

Her rhythmic punching came to a sudden halt. Her knuckles, smeared with green sap and flecked with bark, tightened. Footsteps. The canopy above seemed to trap the sound, magnifying each snap of dry kindling in the brush behind her.

This was supposed to be her solace, a place where she could be alone, focus on her training without meaningless conversation or distraction. And now someone, a stranger, had intruded her focus.

"I know you are there."

Her voice was an intoxicating mix of silk and steel. Low, hypnotic, and heavy with an effortless authority that demanded total submission.

"I suggest you come no further."

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