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Katarina's legs slowly constricted around her victim's neck. At this point, she knew it was over. Janna had no chance to escape, and it seemed she knew it, too. If she attempted to use her sorceries to blast herself or Kat away, the chokehold would simply snap her neck. She couldn't physically pry the assassin's legs apart, the grip was locked in and far too strong.

All that was left now was the waiting. For Katarina, it was a joy. Slowly tightening and crushing the life out of her prey, watching her panic and struggle rise. Maybe she'd make a mistake. Maybe in her fear, she'd try something desperate to escape and her spine would break like a twig.

For Janna, it was terror. Terror slowly giving way to darkness...