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For as long as I could remember, I have been fighting as long as I've been creating. I remember, match after match after match, the thrill of a deadly dance consisting mostly of staves, knives, kicks and punches. I learned defeat after defeat after defeat. I remember that from when my hair was still cut above my forehead. My father would praise me whenever I won and I found myself striving to get stronger, faster, better, each time I sparred. Perhaps it was unusual to find your father happily teaching you one of the world's deadliest arts the moment you could walk but it was thanks to that that I developed an above average level of battle pro

Dani stretched in her seat, having just finished yet another trial-and-error session of reading and making something to see if how she made that happen works. Here she was, sitting alone in her room waiting for whoever her roommate was to get back as she took down notes on what seemed to almost work and what went wrong as she ate away at her snack stash.    Thinking back at her day she thought specifically about her meeting Archie and Kamil. More specifically, her statement of having shipped them together which at that time was a lie. Now, she was thinking about it a bit more...    And now, she realized that they actually seemed to have the