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- Yang's fist struck off her shoulder with no real damage, while the woman caught my blade in her bare hand. Her face pressed up against mine.
- "Not good enough." she whispered.
- Pain flared through my cheek as she slammed the hilt of Crocea Mors back into my face. I fell hard, but twisted and cried out when she wrenched the sword from my hand.
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