She slowly spun her back foot, digging her toe into the blood-drenched soil. She assumed she'd only get one chance, the soon official King of these lands was expecting another dull, meek princess. Not one well versed in combat, and whom could break a man's neck with a spin kick.
As he approached, she told herself that she would certainly die, but she'd be saving the lands, so it was alright.
He stood before her, she jumped, and kicked.
The pain of her broken foot was nothing compared to the emotional pain of failure, but she eventually got over both.