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- Tyrian's blades pierced into my unprotected back.
- Blake, Qrow, Weiss and Pyrrha's did the same to his.
- A silence descended on the temple.
- The pain was indescribable. I sagged forward but found myself propped up, both by Tyrian, who had pinned me to him through two swords lodged into my body, and by Salem, who had so casually caught the tip of my sword between her finger and thumb. Blood dribbled out from between my lips, splashing down onto the floor. I felt moisture pooling behind me, pressed into my back by the weight of another body against mine – and then three against that.
- "Pain, sorrow, and the acidic tang of grim satisfaction at a job well done…" Salem whispered. Her eyes bore into mine even as she let out an irritated sigh. "Your pain is not as enticing as your conversation, Deceiver. I'm disappointed."
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