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- Willow was so distracted by Watts' battle that she didn't notice my approach until the last second. The moment her shoulders stiffened, and het feet shifted, I lunged. I was no Assassin, but I had a knife, a clear approach on her back and a high Strength score. The weapon hurtled down toward her neck.
- And was caught in a firm one-handed grip.
- The beautiful Mage smiled sadly.
- "I'm sorry."
- Pain.
- My teeth grit together instinctively and I glared down, at the fist buried in my side, just past my armour and up into my kidney. It felt like I'd been sucker-punched by Nora. I choked out a breath, slumping slightly.
- "Strength is in context," the Mage said softly, gently. "I may be a Mage, but even with a low Strength growth rate, if I am high enough level, I can be as strong as a Knight." The way she spoke was like she was imparting wisdom to a small child. There was no dislike in it, no anger, not even a hint that for her this was a battle to take seriously.
- Because it wasn't.
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