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Crack!
(With a crisp sound, one of VOYMASTINA's swords breaks. Sharp fragments fly to the side and embed themselves deeply into the walls.)
VOYMASTINA: ...
(She looks at the broken blade with a neutral expression, then casts it aside and grips her remaining weapon in both hands.)
(Her stance shifts, but her eyes are as steady as ever, with no sign that she plans to retreat.)
Igla: The breaking of one's weapons is a prelude to a shift in the tide of battle. Perhaps you should consider a more prudent course of action - withdrawal, perhaps?
(Igla flourishes her rapier, which gleams coldly in the reflected light from overhead.)
(She is calm and unperturbed, as though she has secured total dominance of the battlespace.)
I: Of course, I understand that you must do your due diligence as a bodyguard.
I: But at times, recognizing the facts is a form of wisdom.
V: You're the only one left.
(VOYMASTINA's reply is calm.)
(Her gaze sweeps across the corridor; Igla's escort of Marionette Dolls has been almost completely wiped out, leaving only a few who are barely able to move.)
V: Ah, you are proud of your accomplishments? It is deserved.
(Igla smiles, but her gaze grows sharper.)
I: But you seem to have forgotten that nothing will change even if I am alone.
I: I will triumph, and then I will go to Miss Alva.
I: And you... you will be nothing more than a statistic in the Girard Group's databases.