The battle inside the ship raged on, the noise deafening as blasts and shouts echoed through the corridors.
The princess, her cloak billowing behind her like the wings of a dark bird, moved with unmatched precision.
Her weapon, a slender, gleaming sword, cut through the air, striking down assailants with ruthless efficiency.
Every movement was calculated, each strike delivering a swift blow, as if she were dancing with death itself.
The attackers were relentless, but they had underestimated the princess. She had spent years in secrecy, honing her skills as a warrior, preparing for a time like this.
They were armed with blasters and energy swords, but the princess was faster and more agile.
She dodged the barrage of gunfire, her feet barely touching the ground as she spun through the ship's narrow hallways, a blur of movement and deadly intent.
One of the attackers lunged at her, his blade aimed straight for her chest.
