"Take my hands!" Wei-Ling yelled, extending an arm in each direction. Her friends seized a hand, and they all bowed their heads toward the floor, awaiting their doom. So this was it. Falling just short of the victory line. But at least they were together -- the three swords would die side by side, just as they had fought. "I love you guys!" "Me too!" "Right back at you!" (Patreon)