The sun of parting heavens illuminate her unrivaled prowess, as she throws the final challenger from their black steed. He plunges uncontrollably into the grime of the trampled earth as the unsettling sound of splintering iron echoes throughout the crowd. With a toss of the reigns, she slows her mount and discards her helm, sending it down to accompany her fallen competitor. But silence hovers on the evening air rather than applause; onlookers astounded by the latest proceedings. An indistinct smile decorates her face. May their disbelieving expressions become commonplace, for tomorrow they will bear witness to a repeat performance.