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We can't retreat; a lot depends on me right now. I'll fight. I swing my sword, but at the same time, I kick the satanist in the kneecap. He falls to all fours out of inertia. In a flash, the satanist is headless. But then, No. 3 stabs me in the wing with a dagger.
The dagger was cursed, and you feel demonic magic. You lose 15 HP. Suddenly, a group of angels appears and grabs the satanists. They say, "Maybe we should try to get the satanists to talk."
No, I just need to rest... leave me alone... okay? I just need to take a nap... I need to... My head is spinning... I stumbled and leaned against a tree... the lich's staff fell out from behind my back... I tried to pick it up and fainted.
(I just calculated how long it's been since I last ate and slept.)
You wake up in a hall, tied to a wall. "Who are you?" the elven king asks you.
Nowizard;72810
- A friend? - I laughed. - Kill your informant against the wall!
Don't be rude. Then explain why you were often seen together and why your conversations weren't ambiguous