Twitter VSS365 Prompt

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Her hand wrapped around the hilt.
Her breathe taken as power flowed.
This sword had been blooded.
She was dead on her feet.
The battle for her birthright raged.
She used the last of her strength.
She swung.
A villain stood still.
Until his head fell upon the ground.

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