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- "I'm sorry, Weiss!" Blake screamed. "Forgive me!"
- The daggers I'd forged met in the middle, tearing out a chunk of Willow's throat in the process. Willow Schnee coughed and brought her hands up before her in shock. They, like much of her breast and neck, were stained with an ever growing amount of blood.
- Jacques and Whitley Schnee fell to an Assassin's dagger.
- And now she would, too.
- "How… fitting…" Willow rasped.
- "NO!" Watts swept his sword to the side, catching Blake's daggers as she brought them up.
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