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- 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.
- I didn't know her real level. I only knew that at the age of thirteen, she was the same level as Pyrrha coming into Beacon. I hoped she'd grown stronger since then, prayed for it, in fact. As the Assassin drove the dagger into flesh, it seemed me prayers were granted.
- "Arghhh!" The blonde woman staggered forward, and then lashed out behind with, trying to catch Blake with her elbow. The Assassin was having none of it, however, and darted back to stand beside me. The Lancer panted and reached behind her, and the palm of her hand came back bloody.
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