"Erik," she looked over to him. 

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The venator lieutenant may have been thrown off, but now he stood with his own spear pointed at Phantom using himself as a wall between him and the golden lion.

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"Little busy!" He called without taking his eyes off the venator.

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Tyr picked his spear up. He felt protected by this new human. This white and red armored man.

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"Angels?" Absjorn called. The sound of his metallic boots thumped over the uproar of battle. "I should have known if you were demons, that angels would not be far away." He lifted that double-bladed axe to rest on his shoulder. "God has sent us reinforcements!"

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"Angels?" Spectre turned to face him head on. "You think these idiots are angels?!" She almost laughed. "You couldn't be further from the truth!"

 

"Shut your blasphemous whore mouth, alpha-bitch!" Absjorn pointed the axe at her.

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Syrras snapped its teeth. It towered over Spectre on her flank and watched Absjorn.

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"I'm doing you a fucking favor!" Spectre shouted.