Her eyes burn with a fire.
Like a passion you can't resist.
The warrior awakens.
The opponent is found unfit.
She strikes out a laugh.
The kind you don't forget.
Like a cry to the gods,
Letting them know the war is about to begin.
Her beauty strikes you in your spot.
Freezing you lost in thought.
She makes the first move.
Dangerous and cocky.
Wind in her hair,
Breathing down your neck.
The last thing you see before your untimely death.
It doesn't take long for this warrior to win.
Every battle field she crosses she reaches the other end.
Filled with rage and the passion of fire.
Striking down anyone in her way of what she desires.