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It took her longer than she'd thought it would to pry her fingers from her weapon, and when she did they were white and shaking. Her jaw hurt from how hard her teeth had been clenched and she didn't think her heart had ever beaten so frantically.

Atop the rafters, far above the ring, Blake Belladonna crouched; Gambol Shroud now stowed away and no longer pointed down towards the duel.

The professor would have felt betrayed had he known she followed him.

[...]

No one noticed as she slipped away and out of the room.

Though she couldn't help but imagine Noah Arc had glanced her way with an amused smirk.

[...]

Neo's footsteps made him open his eyes, as she wandered over to him with a strange expression. She walked with both hands linked behind her, each step exaggerated as she came to stand before him. She looked over his shoulder for a moment, and then allowed her disguise to fall. The multi-coloured tutor he'd come to both fear and appreciate stood before him.