There were far and few between women who could utilize the Rolloluca in Deskunte tribe. You were one of them.

Strong and capable as you were, it didn't stop Deskunte men from underestimating you. It's something you had gotten used to it. Why bother, when your strengh could rival most of them?

But there was one in particular, who always silently observed from afar. Dabura, the strongest Deskunte. When you two finally stood before each other, there was a sense of quiet respect coming from him towards you, intrigue as well.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked calmly, his tired, yet analytical gaze never leaving you.