I quietly drew her body apart from the feeble souls around her, like you pluck a nail off a finger with a pair of pliers. We headed straight to an uncategorized battle ground, where no gladiator was still standing put. There was no spectators left to cheer, aside this cacophony of silence in my head. In our hearts raged a battle of red hot metals against the hammer and only sooner I realized it was not the fight of the strongest but the race against time. Because when I offered my mould to be filled like shedding a sword from its sheath, she whispered pushing me away slowly... 'I've been forged already!'.
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