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"A strong woman is not simply born. She is forged through the challenges of life."</span></span>​</div><span style="font-family:Assistant"><br/>
He had died in her arms. Scaeva, her lover and her leader, had fallen merely a couple of nights ago. Caught and pierced through by a spear; he could not have survived it in the first place. The rebellion had been devastated with the knowledge that their hero had died in battle - many had considered to give up, some even dared to think about returning to their old homes and masters. <br/>
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That was until she had stood up.<br/>
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Kore had been a body slave for her entire life. The most trusted servant to her Dominus - Naevius Tullius. That was until the rebellion had started to rise, and the woman had been dragged into the madness by Scaeva himself. Dear Scaeva, who had not only been the Prince of the Arena that had proven himself numerous times as a gladiator, but who was also amazing leader and the most inspiring soul she could have met. Of course she had fallen in love with him, and of course she had lost him to those who had led them into this chaos. <br/>
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How could she possibly have let him down in this uproar?<br/>
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With only half a heart but the will of a tigress that was to protect her most vulnerable cubs, Kore had made a new plan with Scaeva's most trusted men. A plan that would not only grant her the vengeance she desperately needed, but it would weaken the position of the Empire's heart greatly when they managed to succeed. To weaken it to te point that they could force them to bend to their will and needs for once and forever, was a desire that had been growing immensely among the former slaves of the Roman Empire. They wanted their freedom and a way to live in the peace and the quiet that the Gods somehow did not believe they deserved just yet. They were to convince them of their worth.<br/>
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"Is this the right thing to do?" With only a pair of twin daggers clenched inbetween two fists, Kore stood behind Ilion and Vinicio - Scaeva's loyal friends and followers, and two great fighters that were difficult to compete with. A bow and a couple of arrows had been strapped to her back, but it was somewhat obvious that she did not expect to use them. Ilion possessed a sword along with a shield, and Vinicio even fought with two swords. <br/>
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"All I know is that there is no way back now," Ilion answered, as the sounds of a fight nearby started to grow louder and louder. "They sacrificed themselves to distract them. We are not going to let them down." <br/>
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The trio seemingly agreed with that fact, and they started to move. Silently but quickly, they managed to find their way to the key of their attack. The Commander of the Legio - the Devil that had been keeping them away from the city they had been hoping to burn to ashes for an entire lifetime. The many slaves that had died to a Roman's hand were impossible to count, and it remained impossible when one tried to figure out how many had died for no good reason. Blood had been shed for pleasure and entertainment. Both men and women had been misused, abused and raped as if it was the best kind of amusement. It did not stop - it would never stop.<br/>
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The very last thought that crossed Kore's mind as she was about to enter the tent of the young Commander, was the fact that this had been too easy. The access to the treasure had been effortless.<br/>
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"For Scaeva." She heard Vinicio's whisper.<br/>
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She did not hesitate much longer. As she tucked her daggers away behind the belt that had been wrapped around her wrist, she switched them for her bow and one of the arrows. With the weapon prepared and her target chosen, she managed to pass both males by and she entered the Commander's tent. Ilion and Vinicio followed after her, protected her sides and her back in case it was needed, but both men were aware of the fact that the woman that once possessed the heart of the Prince of the Arena - did not need any kind of saving. She had been taught well and by the very best. His soul lived on in her veins and bones. <br/>
</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-family:Assistant">"Dare to lay hand or weapon upon me, and eye for eye will be taken." Kore's voice was slightly unsteady, but it was not fear that had taken control of her. It was a feeling of pure fury, and the rage that blinded her made it difficult to focus on her target without a blurry sight. It was the instinct of a beast that had slipped into her, and the tigress would not make a single attempt to leave her mind until the peace was able to return. "Marcus Cassius, Rome has made us tremble for decades. Now we shall see Rome tremble." </span></span>