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Known as the Baba Yaga, she came out of the fog menacingly with hatchets ready at her disposal.
Wound up to the max, she readied to snipe anyone who dared cross her path.
Bodies dropping left and right, the survivors went down without a fight.
Morale dropped as soon as the humming could be heard,
for they were slaughtered like a herd.
I, a Feng main, who was the only one who lived to tell the tale (this is a lie) shall spread the legends of this Huntress.
ggwp <3 much love,
Your favorite Feng main.
kewl killer c;