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- As they moved in to crush her from all sides, Billie raised the odd artifact that had replaced her right arm, and a weapon materialized in it, coalescing out of mineral shards and metallic slivers—a knife, the grip square and heavy, the two parallel blades straight and sharp and sparking with a light from another place, another time.
- The Twin-bladed Knife, but from days to come, from a time that had not yet transpired.
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- In fact, she had almost lost count of the number of times she had seen this fight, had fought this fight. Every time was a little different, but the elite team stuck to their training.
- This gave Billie the advantage. She knew this, and was determined not to waste the opportunity again.
- Despite her experience with this very fight, she couldn’t allow her concentration to falter. Each time she had come back, she had failed. Each time she had learned, she had remembered, but each time the fight had been different, and it had taken her far too long to realize that fact.
- ***
- How and why things kept changing, she didn’t know—maybe she was doing it herself, her repeated re-visits to this single point in time pushing at the fabric of the world, causing it to crease and ripple. So while she learned about her attackers at each encounter, learning their moves, their tactics, their decisions, their instincts, each and every time she returned, something was off. And each and every time, that change, however small, led to failure.
- ***
- Dishonored: The Return of Daud, Chapter 27
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