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- My hand fell to Crocea Mors. There were two of them and I doubted a fight would end well. I let go a moment later, however, content to stand before them with an easy smile.
- "What are you grinning at?" the Pyromancer hissed. He raised his staff before him. His eyes widened, however, when a hand fell on his shoulder and a voice whispered from behind him.
- "Jaune…" Blake's eyes were locked onto his, yet her position from behind the Pyromancer couldn't have been more disturbing. He recoiled in fear, spinning on the spot to yell something – only to freeze when he saw her.
- "A-Assassin," he whispered. He took a quick step back and nearly tripped over himself.
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