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- Dressed from head to toe in a combination of leather and chainmail, and surrounded by a thick cloak, the woman kicked Blake away. She twirled her spear, bigger than she was, until it was held behind her back, the sparkling tip held towards the ceiling. The words above her head said she was a Lancer, and the name most assuredly fit. She flicked her head back, throwing her blonde braid over one shoulder with a cocky smile. "Merlot, my love, you really must pay more attention to your surroundings."
- "Blake," I hissed, rushing forward to stand beside my friend. The others rushed up too, weapons prepared as we stared at the two. Blake staggered to her feet with my help. Her eyes were murderous.
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