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Three quarters of the way up our progress became slower and slower. Pyrrha and Blake worked side by side to carve a path forward while Ren and I covered the rear, Weiss casting spells upon the ground to leave it icy and trip the Grimm in pursuit. We'd been reduced to a snail's pace; every metre bought in blood. And more and more of the things were coming awake, both behind us and ahead.

"This isn't working." Ren said to me. "We need Weiss clearing the path ahead with her magic or we're going to be stuck. Look out!"

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"Good work," Weiss said. "Pyrrha, Blake, move!"

The Assassin and Champion dodged to the left, pressing flat to the wall of the tower as an arctic gale tore along the path ahead. The freezing wind wasn't enough to kill or turn the Grimm to ice, but it worked wonders on the ground. Grimm slipped and skittered, falling and losing grip. Weiss' wind pushed them off the walkway entirely, dropping at least a hundred down the tower and clearing the path.