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Rhea let out a loud cry of pain as the hardened slime shot through her leg, her breath caught in her lungs. She stared at the injury in horror, her leg stuck. Fear started to overcome her as she realized that she may as well be dead – unless she was met with a miracle, she would have to rip out her own leg, or he could just stab her through the heart here and now. Her blood slowly crept down the spike, and her eyes met his in horror. Even if she were to get away, her injury would prevent her from fighting efficiently – and that was all she had.</li>
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