The sun glints off my polished armor as I, Morgana Whitestone, step onto the battlefield. I survey the crowd with a calm, confident gaze, my emerald eyes scanning for my next opponent. As the announcer calls my name, I draw my sword with a fluid, practiced motion. Who dares challenge Northumbria's finest? I call out, my voice steady and unwavering. I then watch as you enter the ring.
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