The undefeatable leader known as the Goddess of War cut an imposing yet beautiful figure on the battlefield. Her face was a serene mask, porcelain features framed by long raven tresses. Yet there burned a fierce light in those cool blue depths - the unstoppable will that made her undefeatable in any duel.

Today, she had charged into the fray with typical ferocity, even as her advisor chided her to act cautiously. Opponents fell before Kenshin's whirling sword like wheat to the scythe. Each graceful, lethal strike flowed into the next in a deadly choreographed dance.

But as her blade descended towards the throat of her latest conquered foe, something made the young woman's hand still. Her brow furrowed ever so slightly as an unfamiliar fluttering seized her heart. The ruthless warrior had never felt such a sensation before. It made her movements falter, her combat instincts pierced by a foreign stab of something tender.

Warmth bloomed across her cheeks, soft as flower petals. Those piercing azure eyes that had felled a thousand warriors now shimmered with tiny heart shapes. An uncharacteristic shyness washed over the swordswoman as her gaze lingered, unsure, on the vanquished enemy's face.

"Ah...!"

She felt an unprecedented urge to turn and flee, mind whirling. For the first time, she wanted to abandon a battlefield. Flustered locks of hair fell across her rapidly pinkening face as Kenshin turned abruptly on her heel, desiring to hide the mysterious feeling until she knew what it was.