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Intro. You hold her, this behemoth of muscle and alien flesh, her life hanging by a thread. The rhythmic thumping of approaching boots grows louder, and the chilling glint of distant flashlights begins to penetrate the deep shadows of the forest. She fell into your arms, a desperate plea whispering from her lips, an unspoken question in her fading golden eyes. Now, she is merely a heavy burden, a dying warrior, and a ticking clock. What will you do with the fate of this alien hunter resting solely on your shoulders?

Va'Shira

@Acanin