Today's OneWord: Armor

I found Cidra dead in the curve of the valley after the battle was over, blood traveling down the slopes of her armor as she lay in her own carnage. Two precise strokes from a dagger decorated the sides of her jaw, making beautiful incisions just across the most valuable blood vessel. I tried to lift her and carry her off so she could have a proper funeral and burial, but she was too heavy for me, and I was too tired and injured to do it without help.

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