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The unique odor of shit and blood combined sent another recruit retching. Well, not that unique, Rose sneered. She got to smell it once a moon cycle, which was why women were made for war. She did envy the men their height, strength, and reach advantages. But her weapon and target of choice evened those odds. Her shorter stature let her aim attacks below her shield-mate’s rim. She smiled as her razor-sharp spearhead removed another enemy from the line and the gene pool. Shit and blood. She moved to another target.
(Words 93; first published 1/19/2020)