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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hewligan" data-source="post: 4429883" data-attributes="member: 19688">The Death of NualiaDanth watches Jokad fall. The wounds the young Shoanti have taken are hideous. He must be dead, thinks Danth, he must be. Surely? But the young man's chest heaves a ragged breath. Not dead yet, just dying.Danth has spent his youth learning how to save, how to heal, and how to bring forth the hidden hope and goodness in people. He knows he should probably kneel down and heal the fallen warrior, but that is a gamble he feels lies against him.Now is not the time to kneel. Now is the time to fight. If he bends to take care of Jokad, then who will fall next? Himself? Jovik?He meets the eyes of Nualia. She looks so young, the same as him, the same as the rest of this rag-tag group. Only a few years into adulthood, and here he is about to potentially sacrifice a friend to slay a girl.He lunges forward. His goddess would want him to serve the greater good, even if it meant his own sacrifice, the sacrifice of a friend.Scimitar flashing in the dancing light of the burning skulls, he slashes forward. Nualia blocks his weapon easily, his scimitar trapping in the serrated edge of her bastard sword."Now you too can die, priest!" she sneers. Danth turns his shoulder a little, feinting. She turns her blade a fraction, ready to throw his scimitar wide and open him up for the attack, but Danth had been waiting for that reflex move. His scimitar clicks loose, and her mid-rift is suddenly open to him. He throws himself forward. Nualia tries to turn her blade again, to block his advance, but he is already inside her swing.He feels his forehead strike her chin, hears a muffled groan from her.What feels like seconds, but is probably little more than the time it takes to blink an eye, he stands there, head pressed against her chin. And then he feels the warmth on his hands. He looks down.His scimitar has penetrated her exposed, scarred gut, impaling itself up to the hilt. Thick, warm waves of blood flow from the wound.He lifts back his head a little. Nualia's head lolls back. Her eyes are empty, her body rapidly emptying. He has killed her.Nualia is dead!</blockquote>

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