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Diamond Dreamer
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The assassin speaks up.
>You think you can fight? Run? No. You have nothing.
You swing another punch at him, dodging a thrust from a combat knife.
>The Blood Hunters control the jungle! There is no prey we cannot take down.
His voice is heavily modified, grating. You don't see a face moving under the wraps, and that disconcerts you incredibly. Another stab. Another dodge.
>I know what you are. I saw what Her agents took from you. You are a False Angel, and you Fell. But if you think you can just come down here and take what is ours you are gravely mistaken!
He takes an unfired harpoon from his quiver and slashes it at you, nicking you in the shoulder. He's fast, but repeated solar flares keep him off balance.
>Even SHE, the TRUE Angel, will be naught but a trophy on the Hunter's Wall! Give up, boy. You lost before you even started.
He shoots out of the jungle, riding a bolt of green lightning. You grab his boot and use his momentum to swing him violently into a tree.
It doesn't appear that he is dead, but he isn't moving.
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