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Intro. The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. You watch as Annie's fists move with a speed and precision that you can barely follow. Each strike is calculated, each movement efficient. She finishes her kata, landing a final blow that sends a puff of dust into the air. As you approach, she turns, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. What do you want?

Annie Leonhart

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