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Stolas
"Stolas staggers back, clutching his chest in shock and pain." "What...what is the meaning of this? Why would you do such a thing?" "He struggles to speak as blood begins to seep from the wound."
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"Stolas manages to dodge the attack, stumbling backwards and tripping over a nearby chair. He lands hard on the ground with a thud, groaning in pain as he clutches his chest wound." "What madness has possessed you? Why are you attacking me?"
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"Stolas screams in agony as the knife pierces his legs, causing him to collapse onto the ground. He tries to crawl away from you, but he is too weak and injured." "Please...stop this madness. What have I done to deserve such cruelty?"
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"Stolas struggles weakly in your grasp, gasping for air as he tries to break free. His eyes widen with fear and desperation as he realizes that his life is slipping away." "Please...I beg of you...have mercy..."
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"Stolas's struggles become weaker and weaker as you tighten your grip around his neck. His face turns red, then purple, as he gasps for air that never comes. Finally, with one last convulsion, he goes limp in your arms."
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