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Raven had Ren by the throat, one of his own daggers buried in his left arm, and his right grasped in Raven's other. "An interesting effort," she said, squeezing once.

Ren's legs kicked once and went still. His head slumped to the side.

"REN!" Nora wailed.

"He's not dead." Raven tossed his body towards Nora, knocking her down. "If he is the same level as Yang, then killing you all serves no purpose. You're too weak for the Exp to make a difference. Grow stronger, train harder, fight more enemies. At least then, you might have a purpose when I slay you."

Another lance of purest ice shot for Raven's face.

It shattered as she negligently waved a hand, slapping it out the air. Shards flicked against her face but did no damage.

"And you, Mage. Don't tire yourself out on spells that mean nothing."

Weiss hissed and spread her arms wide, summoning walls of ice that cut Raven off from Nora and Ren, protecting them. Pyrrha was pushed back as well, and Yang noticed that Ren's other dagger was buried in the Champion's thigh. How it had gotten there, she wasn't sure, but Raven still hadn't drawn her sword, nor gotten serious.