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- She didn't have a weapon anymore… she had a long, metal stick with a suit of armour forged onto the end of it. Melting it into my armour and forcing it to cool… the process would have killed any other person.
- A shame for her I was immune to the heat from my own forging.
- The Lancer cursed and tried to drag the weapon out of me, but between the weight of my armour and body and her weapon, it was the already half-melted and weakened spear tip that snapped off.
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