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The Warrior Queen Nobody doubts the beauty of the famous Warrior Queen Angelina. She rose through the ranks, and earned her promotions to the highest ranks. When the leadership of her country failed, she seized power. She crowned herself as Queen. And renamed her realm: Angelonia. With her charm, and harsh measures, she lined up her nation, and turned it into a fighting machines. Neighbouring nations swiftly succumbed, and were conquered by Angelonian forces. The countries were declared "liberated", and annexed as provinces to the realm. The new provinces were relieved of their leaders and senior officers. They were considered rebels, and invited to accept their new status. They made the transition into slavery. In a cruel and beautiful ceremony they were stripped of their ranks, their honour, and their rights. The Angelonian Nation loved the Queen for it. The Queen installed a commission to award State Honours to the Heroines of the Special Operations. Unsurprisingly, the Queen was

The slavers were within sight of the Scarlettan border, and had decided to make camp. Caglan had ordered Currizi and two of their fighters back to seek out their missing companions, with night fallen, he intended to hunker down and try to make the trip to Rhodesia as swiftly as possible the following day. The lack of word from the others, who had the other twin, but had not located the young girl who had gotten away gave him reason to worry that rival slavers, or a dragon loyalist, or maybe even rebels were out there and possibly a threat. If the other twin was lost to them, it gave him all the more reason to act on his true feelings about this one… The light of the crackling fire illuminated her youthful face. “Min” he had heard her called playfully by the other twin, who was apparently named Jin. Or perhaps they were pet names. Min here had begun to hyperventilate with the absence of her sister towards darkness, screaming she had never slept without her, and how she had to be

Swansong The salle at Grimmuald Place was a frozen tableau. !8 witches, 9 British and 9 French were present. 4 of them had just completed two intense mugglefights, both victresses, British. The 7 remaining French were seething at the humiliation, especially as, in the second fight, their fighter had tried to get a bit ‘clever’ with the rules – and still lost. The 14 witches were very aware that one wrong move could result in a full blown battle, either Magical or Muggle – or even both! Ginny had seen Blanche D’Auverne reach for her wand. Harry Potter’s skills at Magical Defence were legend. Those who knew claimed he was at least on a par with Dumbledore and Madeye Moody! He had trained his friends and family to within an inch of his own abilities. No one was going to hurt his family! She had her own wand out before the other had even finished reaching for hers. Ginny’s voice rang out, “Don’t even think about it!” and everybody froze. Ginny moved forward, covering Blanche. No one else

Welcome ladies and gentlemen, today we have two girls who fight in the past vs another opponents and they lose but today one of the girls is gonna found the win and the other gonna got another lose, the first in enter is Chizuru Mizuhara, with a ponytail, wearing a pink top, black mini shorts and black boots and the next in enter, her rival for today, Nagisa Minase, with her blue ribbon on the hair, with a blue top, black mini shorts and white mini skirt and navy blue sport shoes, both girls are ready for the match, START THE FIGHT!!!! Both girls are waiting for the move of her rival and finally Chizuru slowly goes to Nagisa and Nagisa does the same and Chizuru does a headlock to Nagisa but Nagisa punches Chizuru's stomach and Chizuru steps back, Nagisa jumps and spin herself and kicks Chizuru's face, Chizuru falls and Nagisa puts Chizuru in the Boston crab, Chizuru screams and after a short time Chizuru arrives to the ropes. While Chizuru is trying to get up with the ropes

Target – Helene A/N I am shite at writing accents, and I do not want this to come across as Inspector Clouseau or ‘allo,’allo’, so please just assume the appropriate characters are speaking in French accents. Helene Picard stretched as she studied her opponent, Joanne Villeneuve. Who was sneering in reply. The two had clashed ever since they first met at Beauxbatons. Joanne’s family were sixth generation wizards and witches, her parents had a position at the Duc’s Court, while Helene was a Muggle born from Brest. Even though her parents were well off, father a doctor of medicine, mother an architect, Joanne saw her as an ignorant provincial witch. Their clashes had never escalated to a level requiring a Magical duel though. That was at least partly due to Helene’s knowledge that if she duelled Joanne, worse if she defeated her, it would not be good for her future in Wizarding France. Although, she told herself as she looked at her, new, boyfriend, Arthur Weasley, if things worked out

With the questors leaving, the King began his own preparation for his coming journey West. The mission was to meet on neutral grounds with the Elder Dragons on behalf of the Seven Rivers people. He would require a strong presence and Commander Ashlynya, his Commander of royal forces, was tasked with raising a small army to accompany the King. The dragons spoke in power, and would listen to a strong man, not a desperate man or a man seeking peace to avoid war. Zoe, the dragoness who he had met with had warned him about being careful how he was perceived. “Too much of a show of force is a threat, or a “strutting” method males use in mating seasons… It encourages threats…” Zoe had said. “Listen to me and I can help you make the best of your visit…” “How do I know I can trust you?” The King had asked the white scaled dragoness with insanely deep eyes. “Because I want to see harmony… I do not want to see those of my kind who seek war to succeed and to get us all killed…” Her voice