The rebels huddled together, their apprehension palpable in the air as they anxiously awaited the arrival of Victoria Baxter, the legendary Dragonian known for her unmatched strength and ruthlessness. Among the nervous soldiers stood Commander Mick, his face etched with a mix of determination and concern. He had witnessed Victoria's devastating power firsthand, and the memory of her merciless onslaught haunted him.
As the soldiers whispered among themselves, their voices laced with trepidation, Mick decided to address their fears head-on. He gathered his troops, trying to exude an air of confidence despite the mounting tension.
"Listen up, everyone!" Mick's voice boomed, commanding their attention. "I won't sugarcoat it. Victoria Baxter is a force to be reckoned with. She's fierce, and relentless, and has left a trail of destruction in her wake. But we cannot let fear consume us. We have a cause to fight for, and it's our duty to stand against her."
