“You can do it,” Dru nodded as the comb vanquished another snarl. “I mean, you’re still a master swordsman!”
“Uh…”
“Right?”
“Dru, I look eleven-years old.”
“Twelve.”
“I’m not strong as a girl.”
“So? You’re skilled! You didn’t win fights with just big muscles and bravado, did you?”
“Um, well…”
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