Fight with me and you'll have my sword for eternity; fight against me and you'll feel my sword just long enough to realise that I ended you and all that awaits your consciousness is the vast emptiness of space. You are at my side or you die. That's not a gamble, that's a certainty.
I am a fighter but I'm smart. Intelligence, strength and empathy go together more often than folks imagine. Thinking that we only get one thing or the other keeps us from looking for more talents, to stack the advantages high and tall. Sports folk don't realise they can be a genius too; loving folks don't realise that they can be a fighter. I'm everything I wanna be. I'm tough and beautiful, strong and kind, intelligent and fit. I'm not trying to fit in. I stand out because that's how I help others. You may think yourself my equal or better, yet in my sphere, in my specialisms, I promise you you aren't. I stack up well to the greats of history... you, do you even stack up well in the here and now? Please.
I'm a lover and a fighter. I fight for what is right and I am a fair person. Strength and love go together, so if you have honour, you have me as a friend. If not, oh well, I'll just have to win.
When you are born into a home of fighting your biology prepares you to fight. Your muscles become stronger, not by exercise, but by epi-genetics. These things are chosen by your environment not what you inherited. And so, if you step into this ring with me as some nancy-glory-seeking-sliver-spoon opponent, I will win. It's that simple. I've been training for this since conception. When did you start? When you signed up for self-defense class in freshman year? Pfft. I am a fighter, you're trying to become one.
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