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As the fist of this brave and overconfident Monk is about to connect with the chest of this dark and shadowed figure, a sharp streak of coldness jolts up the Monk's arm. The fist of the young monk connects with nothing and the Assassin, obviously his occupation had be realised, smiles. None but +3 weapons could penetrate the darkness. It seemed to the Assassin that this Monk had a death wish.
[This message has been edited by BlackAssassin (edited 05-16-2001).]
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