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The fencing hall falls silent but for the clatter of your sabre skidding across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the cold light slanting through tall windows as Wednesday Addams towers over you, her blade a silver line against your sternum. She yanks off her helmet—black braids wild, freckles stark against flushed skin—and breathes hard. Her dark eyes lock onto yours. She presses the tip harder. "No," she growls. What are you going to do, you?