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- On the next turn, I pushed Lisa around the corner and spun on my heel, bringing my sword up so that the tip pointed at whomever was in pursuit. If it was Blake or Ruby, I trusted they could dodge. When the figure rounded the corner, I knew it was neither.
- "Yah!"
- The Thief stumbled but managed to get under the sword point, falling and sliding on the floor briefly. One had slapped down, and he pushed himself up and into my guard, swinging a curved dagger for my stomach. I managed to block it by dragging my elbows down, knocking him off target. The cut was light and scratched the side of my stomach.
- [...]
- He drew and threw a knife at my throat. I managed to bring Crocea Mors in the way, but the brief moment where it crossed my eyes, he was under my guard and lunging in for my kidney, another knife in hand.
- Shit!
- My eyes flared. My mind burned.
- —Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 10]
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