Shampoo hated her. How could a warrior with the blood of Amazons be defeated so easily?
The young warrior fumed. She wished that person would cease to exist.
Honor.
Honor demanded her to make sure to place her mace and sword into her soft hide. But other thoughts were creeping in. The young warrior liked the idea of having a rival. Even if that person was a beautiful. Beauty aside, the rival idea was at the forefront of her determination.
Guiding her bike along, she walked aside of it.
She hated her with a passion. She wished to all the foul things in the world to be rid of that person.
Then another step forwards.
She wished to all the foul things in the world - she wished these foul things would make that person her spouse.
Every other step forwards he debated between marriage and turning that person’s skull into a drinking cup. Every other step towards that person, Shampoo moved from the extremes of drinking wine from her skull and drinking wine in a wedding feast with that person at her side.
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