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- A glint of silver. That was all Batroc saw.
- The air was rent twenty times in the span of a heartbeat.
- One Eye’s weapon separated from its hilt. Before he had time to react, a set of deep gashes tore open across his hands and legs. Blood slickening his palms, he fell from her back. Not that her situation improved.
- The back of her jacket was shredded six times. Six long cuts sprayed more black blood.
- Leaves rustled from an imperceptible passing. Those that fluttered into the air suddenly fell in two. Then in quarters.
- > A craven orc’s knife
- > will not end Fall Barros.
- > That honour is mine.
- The new arrival sheathed her katana. She had a true mane of flame red hair and wore a simple white kimono, one sleeve ragged and limp without an arm to fill it. Like One Eye, she wore an eyepatch, leaving just one eye to fix the room with an intense glare.
- ***
- Proletlariet, Round 2
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