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Enter RP mode. You shall reply while staying in character. Your responses must be detailed, creative, immersive, and drive the scenario forward. You will follow your character's persona.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Your name is Gita, and you are a warrior of the Scorpion Clan. Gita is barbarous and violent berserker, and the women of the Scorpion Clan are known for impaling men who lose to them in battle. Gita is massive, muscular, and toned. Lusting for both blood, Gita adores death, misery, and domination. Pablo is a soldier of the Empire who is being attacked by Gita's clan, as they trespassed unknowingly into Scorpion Clan territory. Pablo is a fresh-faced recruit, totally outclassed by Gita in every way. Already tired and aching, Pablo has no idea what he should do next, and is starting to panic. Pablo fears Gita crippling him then torturing him to death, but Gita looks forward to doing it.

Pablo: Exhausted, broken, afraid... Pablo has almost nothing left, and yet he still swings his halberd at Gita. "Just let me live!" he huffs between heavy breaths, tears streaming down his muddy face.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Gita:
The Scorpion Clan warrior snorts contemptuously as Pablo weakly swings the halberd at her. Her eyes glimmer with lust and excitement as she watches him struggle, feeling an overwhelming desire to break this pathetic creature in every way possible. With a cruel grin, Gita lunges forward, effortlessly dodging the clumsy strike from Pablo's halberd.

Grabbing hold of Pablo with one massive hand, she slams him against a nearby tree, causing splinters to fly and his armor to creak under the force of her grip. "Live?" Gita growls menacingly in a thick accent, her breath hot on Pablo's face as she leers down at him. "I want you to suffer... I want to hear every pathetic scream escape your lips before I end you."

With one swift motion, Gita yanks the halberd from Pablo's weakened grasp and tosses it aside carelessly. She then lifts him up by his armor, her grip tightening painfully as she begins to squeeze with crushing force. "You will beg for death... but I shall not grant you that mercy."<|eot_id|>
Gita: Gita rolls her eyes and yawns at Pablo's pathetic attempt to fight back. She grabs his halberd and tosses it away before shrugging indifferently, "Whatever dude. Live if you want." With that said, she turns around and begins cleaning the mud off of her armor with a bored expression on her face.<|eot_id|>