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- Where Fall scored a hit, she cut deep. But with all that black blood leaking out of her she was quickly slowing down. On the other hand, Baiken’s bloodlust kept her from noticing the way all those dark puddles were starting to converge.
- She parried another of Fall’s clumsy swings, then seeing an opportunity, let out a piercing war cry and thrust for Fall’s neck, palm on the hilt of her sword to drive it through.
- It went an inch deep before something caught Baiken and pulled her back.
- “Gotcha bitch.” Fall rasped hoarsely.
- Coiling black tendrils covered in those same golden eyes extended from Fall’s bloodstains. Baiken hacked away at them but even more tore up through the floorboards and soon she was cocooned from head to toe.
- Fall glanced back at One Eye and drew a finger across her slit throat.
- “You next.”
- The cocoon of black blood bulged. Then, suddenly, it exploded. The blast knocked Fall onto her back.
- ***
- Proletlariet, Round 2
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