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- I hefted Crocea Mors and my shield, nodded for Ren to follow me, and charged back in once more.
- Our foe was a terrifying prospect. I saw her head tilt but a fraction in our direction, even as she held off Nora's war hammer. She pushed forward and knocked the Barbarian back, and turned to us in the nick of time to catch my sword on her spear and spin it in a small circle, forcing me to let go or have my wrist broken. I chose to drop it, then caught it in my other hand and swung at her legs with my shield. One metal-plated boot came up to meet and catch it, but I felt Ren's foot press down on my back as he leapt over me and towards her.
- "Ugh." The Lancer grunted and fell back a pace, but sounded more surprised than hurt. Ren landed and spun about to drive his blades into her back, but she caught his wrist in one hand. The Monk smirked, even as Blake's shadowy form darted out from behind me, where she'd managed to hide, matching her pace to mine to conceal herself from view.
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