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The girl lunged up with her sword – and Yang only just caught it on her knee.

[...]

The girl surged forward, sword raised.

Yang caught it as it came down to finish her friend off.

[...]

The moment's distraction was enough to cost her. A heel slammed into her stomach, driving the air from her, and although she was able to bring her arm up to block the next kick

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The girl's eyes flared. She ducked under Yang's fist, cutting a path toward her face, but changing it at the last second when Yang tried to block. The sharp point scored a line against her ribs, stinging but not cutting through aura. Her left arm slammed down, trapping the blade against her side. Yang's head stung as she slammed it into the girl's face.

[...]

Instead, she drove a heel down onto the back of Yang's arm, sending waves of excruciating pain through her shoulder. Her arm spasmed and let go of the blade, which the girl kicked up and caught with one hand.

She also caught a blast to the stomach courtesy of Ember Celica, Yang having spun over on the ground and fired up. It was so close that it sent her flying back, but also splashed dust and fire over her, too. Her eyes stung, but she forced herself to stand and rubbed one arm across her face.