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The storm thunders
The roar scatters a few
Of the most cowardly villains
The leader goes from stoic
To grinning, perchance in anticipation
It makes no difference to the storm
Rain pours down atop the villains
And the villains only
Each drop cutting into their bodies
It takes only seconds for the bloody torture
to complete its work
The water boils upon the leader's skin
He burns with the fury of his flame
He shows no remorse at the death of his minions
A true monster made whole
Only by the spilling of blood
His lack of fear
Is matched by hers
The storm serves its second purpose
Every drop that now falls
Replenishes her strength
Her story continues...
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