*picks up my bow and pulls an arrow from the quiver on my back*
To live is to die. To die is to live
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"Um... sure... whatever...." [b]She looks at the formation on the wall.[/b]
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Pure becomes impure. Impure is pure *stares at the arrow*
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[b]she doesn't say anything, simply focusing on python, ignoring Lethal at this point.[/b]
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If you were to hit the mark you must aim a little above it. Every arrow that flies feels the pull of the earth *gets up and walks over to a gem on the wall*