Doll knew the samurai’s master would not be pleased she had survived, and expected his retaliation. She climbed mount Brave, where she could be certain a battle of any scale was out of reach of civilians, even out of site depending on the weather, the peak of the mountain was usually shrouded in mist. It was also much colder because of the altitude, if there were more assassins coming after her, the temperature change would put them off, any distraction she could prepare for in advance would work in her favour.
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there was an abandoned dojo near the peak, Doll waited atop its roof. It creaked a little in the wind beneath her, this place was chosen as a place to train because it was so unforgiving, but it was too much for even the instructors. And so apart from the most determined of climbers, Doll was the first person to visit this place since shortly after it was built. But that would change soon.
She could sense their Qi, a few hundred souls, all with orders to kill her.
If it were not for her last fight this would be the hardest battle of Doll’s life, but when you kill the person you love, even if it was their wish, nothing can ever be that difficult.
Doll waited, fearless.
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