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Lady Odette
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"Ha. Ha heh heh er... Show off," Ben said. "That's not training. However..."
Ben reached into his pocket and and withdrew the small satchel he had just uncovered. Inside was his most prized possession: a small dagger. The handle was wrapped in cracked leather; the blade had a notch.
The man in red was crouched nearly forty feet away by a large door. Ben found his target.
Wshhhhhhhh.
The blade stuck, ringing along its small length. It was inches from the man's head.
"See, I can 'train' too."
Ben reached into his pocket and and withdrew the small satchel he had just uncovered. Inside was his most prized possession: a small dagger. The handle was wrapped in cracked leather; the blade had a notch.
The man in red was crouched nearly forty feet away by a large door. Ben found his target.
Wshhhhhhhh.
The blade stuck, ringing along its small length. It was inches from the man's head.
"See, I can 'train' too."