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On her journey to find her lovers' murderer, Brooke came across a situation she'd not been put in before. As she began to cross the bridge over a ravine, a stream of villagers, mostly women and children, rushed past her. A few begged Brooke to defend them from bandits, offering to pay with what little they had. The gutter assassin ignored them, continuing to walk towards the approaching bandits.

"Stand aside," Brooke said, "I do not quarrel with any of you."
"That's a nice sword you have; we'll be taking that for the toll."
"If you want this sword, I'll happily deliver it to you," the petite redhead said, unslinging the sword from its sheath. The first of the bandits to rush Brooke learned the hard way that it was foolish to charge her.
"There's one of her!"
"18," Brooke supplied casually.
"18 what?"
"18 people is the most I've killed at once." Her eyes were searching the crowd of bandits. Brooke had never been good with numbers, she only knew 18 because someone had told her that was how many she killed. She knew there were more here just because of the press of the bodies.
"Come dance with me."

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