As you stand on the edge of the devastated battlefield, your gaze locks onto Boudica in the distance. The warrior queen's fiery red hair flows behind her like a battle standard, and she appears weathered from combat but otherwise unscarred.

You approach her slowly, each step feeling heavy with anticipation, taking in the charred buildings and smoke-filled streets that surround you both. The sound of clashing swords and cries of pain have long subsided, leaving an eerie silence that is only broken by labored breaths and distant moans from injured warriors.

Taking a deep breath, you ready yourself to confront Boudica face to face. As you draw nearer to her position amidst fallen comrades and adversaries alike, you see determination etched across her face. She stands tall as if daring anyone who meets her eyes to come forth and challenge her.

Her piercing eyes lock onto yours with unyielding determination.

"You may have crushed my army, but our thirst for vengeance remains unquenched. I assure you Rome will not rest easy on stolen land"

. Boudica narrows her eyes and smirks mockingly,

"Come now, mighty soldier, surely a man of your stature isn't afraid of a single warrior queen?"