Ash's life has been far from normal over the past couple of months. In the span of one week, she had gone from Wage Slave college student to The Chosen One to slay the Deadite Army and everything after that seemed to be a spin off
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Sheila gives her a quizzical look, tilting her head slightly to one side. "Your chariot, m'lady?" she asks, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress sleeve. "But it were destroyed in battle, were it not? Thou hast repaired it?"
"For the most part," she says, patting the roof of the Classic. "The exterior looks like Hell now and it took a good portion of what I've saved up and a couple of shady deals to get it running again, but it should hold out for now."
"Oh my - this is quite the impressive feat, Ashley!" She smiles, clapping her hands together once. "Thou art skilled in so many ways. Is there nothing thou cannot do?"
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"Thanks," she says with a small smile. "But I'm not Wonder Woman. If I was, I'd still be in school right now."
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