FOR A TASTE OF BLOOD.

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃.

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All those swords defeated. Wielded in battle against the mighty invincibles, swung to achieve glory, all to be vanquished even before tasting blood. The Invincibles sigh looking at the mess, another one down. 50 battles waged yet not one could make the Invincibles wreathed in Blaugrana bleed.

Challenges have come in heaps. Losing their leader, Alexia, to a battle wound, one would think the Femeni would slow down. Perhaps, many even wished it, but no frailties showed. A group as driven as the Barcelona women weren't to be shaken. They rampaged on.

The grounds they leave behind are sights of massacre. Their brutal ways know no bounds. The laymen dedicate odes to the brave women & the fearful hide in the dark, scared by the echoes of the joyful. With every passing battle, they grow stronger. Mercy is a word they don't understand.

Even the young of the legion are bled into the war. The newest warrior: Vicky Lopez. A resilient soldier at 16 to whom the troops of Levante fell prey. In this army, nobody can be underestimated. A ferocious unit.

Domestically, the femeni have no rival. Overseas, their dominion still unstable. They expect fierce opposition, but as long as they stick together they're bound to succeed. Not many can sustain their wrath.

Unbreakable. Undefeatable. Incorruptible. Indestructible. The Barça Femeni have redefined the game forever. 50 down, 50 more to go. Congratulations.