The swordswoman’s manager threw down the advanced copy of the magazine in disgust. “Your form is all wrong,” he said. “And those clothes. They’re so impractical!”
Aubrey rolled her eyes as she practiced with a pell. “It was a cover shoot for Parry, Leroy. Of course it was posed. And what’s wrong with my outfit?”
“You’re an idol to millions of young girls. I worry you’ll give them bad ideas.”
She made a series of cuts with her practice sword, then pivoted, stopping the blade centimeters from the man’s throat.
“What, you don’t think I could do this in heels?”

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