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They say she was small, but with steel in her soul,
Five wolves out for blood, thinking they had control.
They laughed far too soon — she gave no reply,
Just hell breaking loose in the blink of an eye.
One throat, then a second — just silence, no scream,
One punch to the neck tore him out of the dream.
The third hit the ground, no sound in his stare,
The fourth stayed alive, but would never walk there.
The last one drew steel, so she made her own wall,
His friend swung too wild — cut his brother to fall.
An arm on the floor, and the rage turned to dust,
She called for the help — 'cause survive him she must.
Now stories still whisper by fire and flame,
Of shadows that strike and leave none the same.
She stayed what she was — no monster, no fear,
Just what you pray for when the worst comes near.
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