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- "Move!" I screamed, even as the beast behind us roared and surged back onto its feet. Blake, having let go and begun her descent, was flung through the air – crying out as she slammed into one of the walls. My eyes widened as I saw her fall. Not towards solid ground, but that deep pit that surrounded the arena.
- "NO!"
- "I've got her," Weiss gasped, throwing an arm out and creating a structure of ice that broke the Assassin's fall, also bouncing her back onto the platform where she coughed and struggled to move. Crocea Mors clattered past her, to rest beneath the roaring Grimm. It somehow looked angrier. Its eyes brighter – its muscles bulging.
- "It's got stages," Pyrrha hissed. I shot her a questioning look, so she shouted out for the rest of the party, "It must be close to death so it's gone berserk! Be careful, it'll be faster and stronger now – but it's nearly dead!"
- "Then we've just got to finish it," Yang growled, dashing forward once more. Pyrrha rushed to follow, while I struggled to choose between helping and checking on Blake. The cloaked figure spluttered, pushing herself up onto hands and knees, which gave me the confidence I needed to choose the sword instead. She would be okay.
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