She loved the battlefield. Life and death, the victor and the defeated; these crossroads sent her down new paths. Weaklings walk paths they've been ordered to. The strong create their own. She enjoyed this battlefield separated into two extremes.
She had no need for subordinates. They were no more than people unable to move independently; shackles on her feet. Even so, there was no shortage of allies surrounding her. "Just don't hold me back..."
She ran with the swiftness of a horse, the tenacity of a falcon. Her words resounded like a song. She swung forcefully, like the clap of thunder in a storm. "Everyone, let's enjoy ourselves!"