Ararza Vol 26 Young Female Fighter 100%

“One more,” she said, her voice steady. “Then I buy us out.”

She was young—barely nineteen cycles—with a fighter’s lean frame and a braid of chestnut hair tied with her mother’s frayed ribbon. Around her neck hung a single fang, chipped and hollow. A memento from the beast that had killed her father and earned her first win. Ararza Vol 26 Young Female Fighter

But Ararza was not thinking of victory.