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I looked back to the fight in time to see Blake's eyes glowing as she turned into shadowy mist and twisted from side to side, cutting a zig-zag pattern to throw Tyrian off as she approached. She feinted left, then vanished and came from the right, curving a knife around for his throat.

He caught it almost lethargically on the guard of his short-sword, pushing her up and over, and then using his tail to slam her back down into the ground on the other side of him. At the same time, he gripped his own sword by the blade and used the cross-guard as a hook to drag down Pyrrha's shield. Once it was low he thrust the pommel into her face, stunning the Champion and knocking her back. In the same motion, and before Blake's dagger had managed to fall from her grasp and hit the floor, Tyrian caught and launched it at Weiss.

There was a pained cry from above and a thud as Weiss vanished on the other side of the balcony. She'd been hit by it, though I had no idea where or how.

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Blake cried out in pain, and Weiss cried out her name. I didn't have the time to think any further. I gripped Crocea Mors with two hands and dragged it before me.

Salem made no move to stop me, even as I fought past the agony required to raise it up above my head.

"You realise that will not harm me," she pointed out.

"I know that," I whispered. My smile was strained. "But does he…?" I raised my voice and shouted at the top of my lungs. "I banish thee, Salem! Be gone from this world!"

"NO!" Tyrian screamed.

Crocea Mors swept down.

Tyrian's blades pierced into my unprotected back.

Blake, Qrow, Weiss and Pyrrha's did the same to his.