Let me take a moment to describe a scene for you. A lone warrior, stands against a great evil. Steely eyes meet and lock gazes. Jaws clench, tense fingers coil around hungry blades, eager to speak the tongue of battle. The warrior knows that her power depends on the strength of her armor. Reaching within, she ignites the spark of near-madness that propels her to fight, raises her blade with a cry, and charges towards her foe. Her sneakers ring against the stony ground, each defiant step a launching pad that brings her closer towards her end goal, her end foe. Energy surges through her, activating the very fibers within her clothes. Ebony and scarlet threads fall apart, reweave, strengthen, rejuvenate, empower. The symbol of her power, the Senketsu, reveals itself as a barely-there crop top and miniskirt, sparking with life as she engages her white-clad adversary.
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