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- Her concentration broken, the ice walls that covered the battlefield weakened, collapsing in on themselves with a mighty crash.
- Watts was revealed in the centre of it all, one hand wrapped around Yang's throat, the other holding his sword, Nora hanging from it, weighing it down so that he couldn't cut Yang in two. Pyrrha was on the ground bleeding. Ruby was by her, panting for breath. Sun gripped a grievous wound in his stomach, and Ren was trying to patch it up. Blake was nowhere to be seen.
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- I understood why a second later – as a shadow materialised a little behind Watts and Willow, Blake dashing forward from the back wall, feet near-silent on the tiled floor, daggers in hand. Neither Watts nor Willow had noticed her.
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- Blake's legs tensed, body lowering, prepared to leap.
- Watts' head twitched towards her. His left foot shifted back.
- He'd heard her.
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