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The room was quiet, save for the shallow breathing of a weary warrior. Her fury expended, she now sat in repose, her gaze ne're meeting the work that had been done. Relinquishing her grasp upon her gore-splattered instrument, it slumped to the floor beside her with a thudding, boney clunk, the sound piercing the tender silence so harshly that it almost made her jump. As if jolted from a trance, her eyes fluttered and slowly came to rest upon the chaotic scene before her, the left over debris of her earlier assault. The table before her, soaked in the juice and guts of her victims, appeared more akin to a horrific traffic accident, sans the vehicle wreckage. But still her task was not yet complete.
Rising from her seat with a sigh, the young female placed her hands into the carnage, scooping up great handfuls of the macabre mess. A bowl to her right had been placed, lined with the flesh of the earth - luscious sheets of wrinkled greens, fresh from their harvest. Entwined amongst them were thin amethyst rings, small spheres of obsidian, and a speckled golden crust, scattered about as stars are in the night sky. She could wait no longer. Hands drenched and hued red, she dropped the messy mass into the bowl, and repeated this process thrice until the table was clear of all but a few minute remnants of the prior destruction.
"I really need to get a food processor.", muttered the woman, ringing her hands out in a musty dishtowel.