Durability B6C9

My arm came around and I yelled as I hurled the dagger with all my strength.

It slammed into the middle of Salem's back.

There was a shriek from her, followed by a sound like thunder as white light cascaded out over the entire arena, just like it had when I attacked her last. It poured out, brighter than the sun, and I was flung back a second time, crashing to the floor as Salem shrieked in pain and fury. Much like Crocea Mors, the knife exploded into tiny fragments.

The light washed over everyone else, too, and they all gasped, shielding their eyes against it.

Everyone had to. Even Watts.

Even Blake, really, but she was already mid-flight, unable to stop trajectory.

Blind as she was, she crashed into Willow's back and her legs wrapped instinctively around the Mage's waist as she locked herself in place. Instincts and training kicked in despite the lack of vision.

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"Deceiver," she hissed. "I will crush you like the worm you are. Too long have I waited. I have allowed your trespass because you amused me. But to strike at me twice, once when I was distracted? To wound me two times? Yours is an existence I have tolerated.