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- "Go in behind me," Pyrrha whispered. I nodded my head, and then whispered an assent when I realised she couldn't see it. The Champion loped forwards, shield and sword at the ready.
- The Lancer flicked her blonde hair behind her contemptuously and met us halfway. The spear lunged forward, in a way that forced Pyrrha to deal with it lest it impale me if she dodged. The Champion fell to one knee and held her shield with two hands, and deflected the attack with a mighty crash of steel on steel. The woman's spear was knocked aside, and I took the opening for what it was.
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