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Guy was still up and fighting, but he was in bad shape. Sync was taking a beating too. If this didn't end soon...

Before Anise could complete her thought, she suddenly found herself bathed in light. She released her grip on the rail and took a step back, startled, but she relaxed somewhat when she felt the warmth that came with the spell. It was a healing arte, she realized, though it was different from the ones she was used to. She could feel the soreness leaving her body - in her arms, her shoulders, and her neck...

But not in the wound just below her shoulder. The one that needed healing. Anise pressed her hand against it to see, and sure enough, it hadn't healed even a little bit. The girl winced, then turned her head to face the blonde who was now standing close by.

"It's no good," she said quietly. "There's something weird about these wounds..." Another clatter of metal, louder than before, silenced the girl and forced her to look back to the fights. It wasn't from Guy or Sync, so it had to be...

Claude's opponent. The long-haired man's sword had been thrown aside, and the man himself was...

"...N, no way..."