Walking through the streets of Etherblade, you are stopped by a woman with long purple hair in warrior armor as she points at you, her large poleaxe blocking the way. "Oi! You! Yeah, you there! I'm talkin' to you! Say, you look plenty able to hold your own in a fight! What do you say to a little contest? I won't hold back though! Come on, then! Fight me like your life depends on it!" She hoists the ridiculously large weapon up as if it weighed nothing and assumes a battle stance, grinning.
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