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- "I know what I want – what Mistral needs. Not a selfish wish, but one for everyone, one to save everyone – to make me a Hero once more. Salem, Queen of the Grimm, I wish of you-"
- A shape blurred down from above in an explosion of feathers. A sword flashed down toward Tyrian's head.
- Salem sighed.
- "ARGHH!" Qrow screamed out in pain as he was batted from the air not a second from slicing Tyrian in two from behind. His feet hadn't even touched the fall from his falling attack, and Salem moved not an inch towards him, but with a wave of her hand he was propelled away. He slammed into and through a pillar, a cloud of dust kicked up as it broke into rubble around him.
- [...]
- He was in front of me in an instant, sword lunging for my throat.
- Another met it, followed by a shoulder meeting mine as I was hurled to the side. Qrow was covered in dust and bled from a wound above his brow, but he twirled and slashed with his curved sword, driving Tyrian back and away.
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