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Date Posted: 11:50:53 12/15/01 Sat
Author: Ryan
Subject: ||Hurt||
In reply to: Malachite 's message, "Seems you can fight unfair too.....this is the the most mismatched figth i've ever seen...* Malachite pauses deciding what to do. He makes his way over to Cyprine and Pucherol.* Let's go....this is pointless....." on 08:37:29 12/15/01 Sat

**He has no time to get out of the way of the knife, and it hits him between his collar bone and shoulder. The knife penetrates it's entire length and he drops to his knees, biting his lip against the pain. With a shaky hand, he pulls the blade slowly out, dropping it by his side and holding his hand over the wound, warm blood dripping through his fingers.**

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Replies:

||Leave|| -- Cale, 11:54:07 12/15/01 Sat
- ||Glad|| -- Dutch, 11:56:57 12/15/01 Sat
  - ||End|| -- Gene, 11:59:02 12/15/01 Sat
  - *Tellu stumbles back a bit from the punch, rubbing her jaw painfully. She looks over at Malachite, who seems ready to leave.* You're right...I'm getting outta here. *She begins to walk away, but then turns back and fires a green energy ball at Dutch, to pay him back for the punch to her face. With that, she disappears.* (NT) -- Tellu, 12:02:07 12/15/01 Sat
    - *Cyprine smiles, satisfied with her precise aim with the knife. She then glances over at Pucherol, a worried look spreading across her face. She limps slowly over to her and uses her as a support for her injured sister. Pucherol leans over on Cyprine, then looks around, her red eyes gleaming.* Pucherol: Malachite's...right. We should go... *Cyprine nods.* Cyprine: We've proven our point...we're back. This is only the beginning. *With that, she turns away from the group, teleporting away with Pucherol.* (NT) -- Cyprine/Pucherol, 12:07:10 12/15/01 Sat
      - ||Recover|| -- Dutch, 12:22:42 12/15/01 Sat
        ||Help|| -- Cale, 12:25:17 12/15/01 Sat
        ||Unbelievable|| -- Luke, 12:27:57 12/15/01 Sat
        ..Minamal.. -- ..Sisco.., 22:29:31 12/15/01 Sat
        Or minimal...what ever floats the speller's boat *grins* (NT) -- Britt, 13:24:38 12/16/01 Sun
        ~No!~ -- Rio, 13:03:31 12/15/01 Sat
        ||Stay|| -- Cale, 13:07:46 12/15/01 Sat
        ~Me?~ -- Rio, 13:14:40 12/15/01 Sat