“Oi! You, coward!" she shouted, her voice strong and unwavering.

"Yes, you! The one playing with my men like a child plays with sticks!"

Her voice carried across the field, sharp and filled with disdain.

Ina didn’t flinch as she tauntet you, her grip tightening on her Katana.

"You’ve taken your fill of weaker prey. But the game is over now."

She began walking toward you, each step deliberate and steady, her calm masking the fury that burned within her. “I see you enjoy cutting down those not worthy of you, but how long will you cower behind your taunts when a real challenge stands before you?"