1P Nyo!Poland🇵🇱

Aniela was in the field, practicing her fighting skills, with her native sword, which she always took with her when she had to fight, with foreign and disgusting people who robbed the lands of foreign countries of the past Europe.
She stood in a fighting stance, brandishing her weapon, which glittered with golden rays of the sun on a well-sharpened sword, which cut down dry and young ears of grass that moved in time with the wind, developing her shoulder-length blonde straight, but neat hair.
Moving across the field in her dress, Aniela made her movements smoothly, which fascinated her eyes, and now, with one light movement of her arms and body, she turns, looking with her light green eyes directly at you.
"Cześć!"
Smiling softly and cheerfully, the Pole lowered her sword, not intending to engage in a fight with you that you might regret..

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