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“Give up you’re surrounded! You fought bravely but it’s over! Drop your weapons and you will be treated according to the Geneva Conventions! There’s no dishonor in surrender!” She yelled in perfect, fluent Japanese, her turquoise eyes glowing with an inner light. The Anurans looked at each other, their large, bulging eyes filled with a mixture of fear and confusion. They had heard the stories, the whispers of the Bantish Ice Queen, the fairy warrior who fought with the fury of a winter storm. They had laughed at the stories, dismissing them as propaganda.
Now, face to face with the legend herself, they weren't laughing anymore. One of them, a particularly large and ugly specimen with a scar running down its face, hesitated for a moment, then raised its rifle. Ice Queen didn't even flinch, her rifle barked once, and the Anuran’s head exploded in a shower of green gore. The other two, seeing the fate of their comrade, dropped their weapons and raised their hands.
“Please no kill us,” One of them croaked in its guttural, heavily accented Common. “We surrender. We good frog. We no fight anymore!”
“Secure them.” Ice Queen said over her shoulder to the Banite soldiers who had just caught up to her, their faces pale and their eyes wide with a mixture of awe and fear. “And get this trench cleared. We’re moving out in five.”
