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The blade of her scythe sliced down his back a moment later. His aura held but that didn't stop the pain. He cried out and dove forward instinctively, rolling out of reach. Of the blade, anyway. The tell-tale sound of metal clanking and shifting told him what was coming before the angry bark of dust and fire did. He was already rolling to the side, behind some computers and terminals and out of sight. He pressed his back low against one and took a second to catch his breath. He winced when a bullet tore through the computer above him.