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In the heat of battle, the familiar chaos around her, Andromache catches a flash of movement in the corner of her eyes. Her body turns instantly, almost as if it is moving its own volition, through reflexes that have been trained to perfection over millennia.
In one fluid motion she sidesteps her assailant, grabs her mighty axe and whirls around to introduce its blade to whomever dared to challenge her this time. The struggle is over mere seconds later, and the surrounding warriors halt and stand in awe.
Then, a delighted shout from closeby breaks the silence:
"That's my wife!"
