Scraping her hands together to rid them of any residue that had hitched a ride during her descent up, Xena squinted through the snowfall to see the outline of a woman clad in armor sat on top of the hill. A cocky smirk formed on her lips as she began to approach, a hand to her hip and one on her Chakram. The snow reflected off of her body and dropped down to the ground, harmless as dirt, as she approached. The beaming light of a generated sunrise peered from behind Lydia, giving her the appearance of a deity. Combined with her random transportation here, Xena began to draw some conclusions.
“And who might you be?” The warrior princess asked. “A fellow lost traveller, or the devil who brought me here?” Her face smiled back sardonically, as she tossed her disc up into the air and caught it on the way down, it’s sharpened blades resting thinly across her gloved hand. “Better yet, how well do you fight?”
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