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- "Jaune!" Blake cried, but her attack was thwarted when the Lancer caught her by the throat and lifted her up into the air. The Assassin's feet kicked weakly against the woman's chest, but her face slowly turned blue.
- "You are the worst," Glenn hissed. "Fucking assassins, I swear. Your kind are a blight on this world. It will be my service, nay, my pleasure, to free you from the pain of your own tortured existence!" Blake's struggles grew weaker as the air was choked from her lungs. Her hands fell limp to her side and her daggers clattered against the stone floor.
- I didn't even think. I dived to the floor, breastplate scraping against stone as my fingers closed around the handle of Blake's dagger. Gripping the Lancer's armoured boots with one hand, I reared up and drove the blade into her thigh, in a space between her steel greaves and leather skirt. She roared, and a knee struck my face reflexively, knocking me back down as Blake was tossed aside, to choke and hack for breath several feet away.
- [...]
- On the edge of my vision I saw Blake creep to the side, but the Lancer dug the spear a little deeper and the Assassin froze.
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