Finally the dull crack of a staff hitting flesh and impacting with bone echoed through camp. Gabrielle went down, a cry of pain bursting through her lips as she stumbled onto the dead ground beneath them. Hovering above her opponent Xena watched Gabrielle’s shallow breathing. The blonde keeping her face pressed against the cracked dirt, trying to quell the nausea bubbling inside of her.
Today's Word: Muse
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