I don’t wear short skirts. My leathers do not have cutaways strategically placed to show erogenous-adjacent areas of skin, and neither does my armor plate. My hair is short, so it cannot be grabbed in combat.
When I come to kill you, I will not strike a pose. My war-cry does not sound like a sex noise, because I have no war-cry. You will not hear me coming in any sense of the word. You will not have time to want to fuck me before I cut your head from your shoulders.
I am no spectacle; I am a warrior.