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Nicole

Nicole hung back, watching each group of combatants with interest. These armored beings wen't enough of a worry that she would waste any of the corpses on them; the swordsmiths had done a good job of cleaning up most of them anyhow.

That strange cube-girl's Lancer had joined the fight, and seemed to be holding up against Avenger. Nicole would surely like to talk to that girl again sometime. She'd seemed interesting.

Anne and Cody were being pretty useless overall. Still, Nicole looked forward to talking to them soon... how long would it take them to figure out what she was?

The Spade Lancer's ex-master was... even more useless, really. Ignore him.

That one boy with the sword, the club non-master -- he'd been doing a pretty good job of dispatching the summoned soldiers. He wasn't a terrible fighter, she supposed.

Even now, he was off by the Oshiro and the weird girl, stabbing a warrior who wielded... wait. That sword. HIS sword.

Even before she'd made a conscious effort to, Nicole had covered three-quarters of the distance between them.

In two more seconds, Nicole closed the gap between them, and dove on top of the ancient blade as if shielding it with her body.

Muramasa

As the spearman began to engage the girl, Muramasa turned to survey the remains of her legion.

There wasn't much.

But there, close enough that she could count the individual scratches on his sword, was the man she hated most in all the world, battling a half dozen shades at once, surrounded with a glowing white aura. Masamune.

Roaring in rage, Muramasa charged forward, intent on driving her blade into his ribcage.