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The girl's eyes flared. She ducked under Yang's fist, cutting a path toward her face, but changing it at the last second when Yang tried to block. The sharp point scored a line against her ribs, stinging but not cutting through aura. Her left arm slammed down, trapping the blade against her side. Yang's head stung as she slammed it into the girl's face. Spots danced before her vision but she tried again, only to stagger forward as the girl let go of her weapon entirely and slipped past her.

[...]

Instead, she drove a heel down onto the back of Yang's arm, sending waves of excruciating pain through her shoulder. Her arm spasmed and let go of the blade, which the girl kicked up and caught with one hand.

She also caught a blast to the stomach courtesy of Ember Celica, Yang having spun over on the ground and fired up. It was so close that it sent her flying back, but also splashed dust and fire over her, too. Her eyes stung, but she forced herself to stand and rubbed one arm across her face.

[...]

The girl's eyes clenched shut, unwilling to see her death come as the blade scythed down on her.

A heavier one blocked it.

It carried on, too. There was no fighter on the other end, but the thrown blade slammed into the girl's sword and knocked it away, carving solid marble where it came to a stop. The girl staggered and regained her balance – but a fist slammed into her face before she could kill any of the civilians.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Qrow rasped, one hand on the hilt of his weapon, the other clenched before him.

[...]

The girl snarled. She flashed forward and slashed at his face, but pulled back at the last second and tried to slip under his arm – to get at the girls behind. Qrow spun and flicked out, catching her in the stomach with his pommel. He reversed and brought his blade around in a horizontal slash, but she backflipped away, dodging it by mere inches.