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By this point Isaac was beyond wondering what happend to his party. All he knew was that they were tired and needed some potions. He pulled out as many healing potions and fatigue (whatever you wanna call restore fatigue potions) potions asa he could find in teh oversized sack. He gave them to Tyjet and Eiade, hopeing that they would help.

"Duriel, do you need anything?" Isaac asked

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"I'm not gonna stab him," she said. "You stab him." She handed a throwing dagger to Tyjet.

"I'm not stabbing him," said Tyjet. "You stab him." Tyjet offered the knife back to Eiade.

"I'm not stabbing him." She said. "I don't wanna stab him. Are you gonna stab him?"

"I am so not stabbing him."

"We aren't gonna stab him."

 

There was silence. The party looked at them with bewilderment.

"...Oh, fine," said Eiade. "Are you sure about this??"

 

The man in black nodded slowly.

"...Well... Alright. It's not my fault if you die." With that Eiade took up the steel throwing knife and gripped on the blade. She hesitated, then winged it from across the clearing, and it hit him firmly on his left breast, penetrating deep within the chest cavity. Eiade gasped and put two hands over her mouth.

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OOC: as if we weren't watching before. :ph34r:

 

Duriel stared at Arodom in amazment. He had a dagger sticking out of him but he didn't even seem to mind.

 

Feeling very tense he grabed his flask and took a swig.

 

He felt better and continued to watch.

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