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- 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. I cracked my eyes open in time to see her rear up and push Pyrrha away with the shaft of her spear. The Lancer twirled in time to strike Yang across the face with the butt, then catch Ren's blades on the flat of my stolen weapon. The Monk was forced into the path of Nora's hammer, which the Barbarian managed to turn aside at the last minute, even if it left her open. A foot caught her in the midriff and knocked her back. In that brief moment where Ren fell back to support his friend, the woman looked up and about the room.
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