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- A streak of red shot past her. More red splashed, both across the floor and the Lancer's back as she screamed in agony. Cloth fluttered in the wind as a small figure landed ten or more metres past the woman, a silvery scythe held in both hands. Ruby… she could hurt the Lancer!? I stared at her, even as another ice wall slammed into place between Blake and Glenn, cutting the Assassin off from harm. It wasn't necessary, however, since those green eyes were fixated on the girl who had just wounded her.
- "How?" she gasped. "What the hell is a Reaper, anyway?"
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