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- With a confident smirk, the two of us charged in.
- It proved a mistake.
- The Lancer took one look at us and charged forwards. I lunged with Crocea Mors, taking the blade in both hands as I speared it towards her stomach. Her spear came down to deflect it, and I felt more than I heard Blake slip by me on the other side, with me set to trap the spear between me and the woman.
- Until she let go of it.
- My eyes widened, a strange sense of weightlessness taking me as I hit not armour and muscle, but fresh air. I tripped and stumbled through, my posture not at all prepared for running into nothingness. My body crashed to the floor and slid a few paces, but I pushed myself onto my back with a panicked cry. "Blake, look out!"
- She never had a chance. Blake tried to stop herself and pull back, but the Lancer went from standing before her to catching the spear she'd dropped behind where I'd been. She appeared on the Assassin's flank, spear tip glowing orange from the light of the torches.
- "Die, Assassin," she hissed, and drove the spear at my friend.
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