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Lawrence

Lawrence leaned back slightly, barely dodging Astrid's twin blades. Though the bandit's swift movements impressed him, her amateur swordsmanship was nothing compared to his. What he didn't expect was her comrade kicking his breastplate.

He fell onto his back with a grunt, Esther's knee holding him down. As Astrid approached, her blades gleaming, Lawrence flipped around on his back, waving his sword back and forth to deflect two separate stabs from Astrid, and kneeled as if to rise again.

Then he felt as if a bull slammed into him. Esther wrapped his arms around his torso, rolling and falling as if to force him back to the ground. To try and shake her off, he rolled and rolled again, feeling Esther's grip loosen as she grunted, locked in a tight embrace.

Freeing his sword hand, he slashed at her face, and Esther only narrowly dodged it. The sword nicked her shoulder slicing a line through it. Esther yelled and released her grip.

As he got up, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Astrid coming down on his with both blades. Twisting to meet them in the air, her was suddenly stopped as Esther grabbed his sword hand from behind, arresting his attack as the knives descended upon his neck.

He flailed about, trying to deflect the oncoming knives, expecting to feel the red-hot breath of steel. When neither knife touched him, he opened his eyes to see Astrid's into his. The air in front of him seemed to shimmer, and become opaque, condensing into what looked like a minute cloud of solid smoke, as it twisted and shook, before silently collapsing into nothingness again.

Taking the opportunity, Lawrence headbutted Esther and rolled away, quickly jumping back onto his feet. He swung his sword at Esther, who leaped to dodge it, running back toward the vault. As he looked up, he realized something.

The vault had a gaping hole in it.