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Up close, Blake's ship was so much smaller than our own.

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The result was that our two vessels ended up roughly side by side, us higher up and looking down on Blake as she dashed between the sails and the wheel. Her black hair was visible now, though she had her face mask on like she had when we'd first met, covering her mouth and nose.

"THROW!" Anders yelled.

Hooks and ropes sailed through the air. Mine span a little longer, picking up speed before I let go.

I miscalculated wildly.

Anders had said it was hard, but my hook sailed well past Blake's ship and then was tugged back and behind as we sailed on by. The news was much the same for a lot of other people, and those that did land on the ship failed to find purchase and were lost. One connected, but Blake was quick to dart over and cut it, then hop back before Weiss' ice blast could catch her.

[...]

Nora and Ren guarded the way back up to the helm, leaving me to walk to the broken railing and look down on Blake, who had been pressured back to the prow of her ship by Yang, Ruby and, still on the Wind's Fury but aiming down, Weiss.