#168000 - In her travels across the bandit-ridden countryside with Reinhardt Wilhelm, the grizzled knight-errant, she had watched a battle-scarred old man don his suit of armor on a moment’s notice – the armor she was charged with the upkeep of – to valiantly ride into towns overtaken by thugs and extortionists for the express purpose of restoring order, and justice. “I want her next! She bruised me up real bad!” “No, she’s mine next! I’m still walkin’ funny!” “I was the first one she beat up on! She told me she’d go easy on me! I deserve the next round!” Brigitte listened to the various bested ‘training partners’ she had beaten in the ring bicker over her like a piece of meat and suddenly felt a rush of guilt shoot up her spine.
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