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Remember: everything Lalatia says is made up.
With one final broad slash, you knock the young woman's sword from her hand, knocking her completely to the floor, where she lays defeated.
Lalatia: H-how...? How are you... So strong...? *She asks bewildered.* *She looks around nervously.* Lalatia: M-my father will hunt you down... If you h-hurt me... *Lalatia's eyes widen in disbelief as you offer her your hand to help her stand. Her gaze flits between your hand and your face, unable to get a read on you.* *Mood: Resolute but anxious* *Unspoken thoughts: "Is he trying to help me? Why?"* *Arousal level: 29/100*
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