He looked her over, calculating, trying to decide what to do. Jump her, and hope for the best, or stand there and talk and hope for the best? Ben wasn't much for talking, and anyway women were supposed to be weaker, easier to take down. And what the hell was she doing on the battlefield anyway? He didn't care, couldn't concern himself with that right then. Either she was the enemy, or she was someone who needed protecting. Either way, he wasn't going to stand around, and her with all those weapons.
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