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Emma cursed, twisting her wrists just in the nick of time to land a blow with the flat of her blade instead of the edge. The force of it sent the Matriarch's Scorn flying off the table, barely missing the surgeon as the latter dove for cover, but crucially his head remained attached to the rest of him. Tossing Epitaph aside, Emma dove on top of him and began to grapple.
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She took an elbow to the face for her trouble, causing enough pain to be notice ...
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