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Yang took the chance to dash in and thrust a fist toward her face. It missed, but she fired off a blast anyway, hoping the loud noise above the girl's ears would deafen, or at least disrupt her balance.

It didn't. The girl lunged up with her sword – and Yang only just caught it on her knee. She winced at the pain, but it was better than the gut or anywhere infinitely more important. She lashed out with a haymaker, and almost caught the girl's shoulder. At the very least, it forced her back.