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Bärbel leaned forward on her mount as they soared to the east on light wings.

"Everything's handled back there," she called to the others as the two of them swooped down, her lance outstretched to bury itself into one of the skeletons that had menaced Sigurd. "We're back to join the front!"

S-4, Iron Lance Skeleton Warrior Sword C.

After watching Gawen and Ashlyn tangle with Vortai's duplicate, Lavinia hefted up her lance and advanced as well.

"Still room for one more strike."

G-4, Killer Lance Vortai?.

Ran hadn't been expecting that pronounced of an expression from Takeo, and she almost laughed. Almost. She couldn't, wouldn't forget that things weren't the same as they used to be.

"Oh, so is the super fancy process over?"

Not that she would get to see his dancing if the distraction worked like all of them had discussed, so she decided the best way to act uninterested was to go back to examining her nails.

"Good," Lavinia said, eyeing the last wisps of mirror Marlow. She did seem a little amused at Claude's question, or at least her interpretation of it. "Heroic. Ready to fight mirror people."

"And you'll look far better than the imitation once we're through with them."

Lavinia moved to block the doorway, glancing to the side for a brief moment.

"Mind if I stab you, Marlow?"

H-6, Killer Lance Marlow?.

"Almost thought they were trying something there."

G-6.

"We didn't come back completely empty-handed, if that's what you're wondering." Satoshi had to know since he'd been reading the group messages, so she was just saying this for Kousei's benefit now, she guessed?

Ran crossed her arms, glancing in Takeo's direction. It was probably rude to prompt him like this, but she was getting impatient.

"Weren't you excited to talk to Kousei about something?"

"I'm off," Nicoletta called, vanishing from the group almost as soon as they set foot into the market crowds. "Find me if you need me."

She didn't give a location, hardly knew where she intended to go herself as she weaved through the crowds and the unfamiliar shops, but sooner or later she found herself in a good spot. Dilma's Library, pretending to thumb through a tome she couldn't use, her eyes and ears more interested in whoever might visit the store than anything else.