She walked into the battlefield, determined to fight this war until she saw the end of it. Not because she had to. But because she wanted to. They deserved what was supposed to be given to them. And to take that away from them for some lame excuse, it's unjust and unacceptable.
And so she fought. Not with physical strength or metal swords. But with words and rationality. On what was the best thing to do as opposed to what fit her alone. Because she stood true to her ground, that 'she is a fighter and she fights for what she wants.'
As a mutual agreement had been reached, she walked away, a certain feeling of satisfaction and amour-propre took over her.
The fighter got what she wanted, finally.