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Bethil Ele'Kalin
Belthil stalked his enemy. Far ahead, he could see the one that would taste death soon. Silently and effortlessly, he made his way from tree trunk to bush to tree trunk, keeping his desperate breath in check, and making sure no twig was accidently crushed beneath his foot. Closer, now...he made his way to position. He reached into his quiver and pulled out a select arrow. Drawing the string back as carefully as possible in the tight enclosure he'd hid in...he was ready to make the kill. Then, the vile demon spoke out, and appeared aware of his position! In a desperate and quick move, he leaped from his spot, fired the arrow and watched it land on mark, right in the chest, then bounce harmlessly to the ground. The arrow did not have an arrowhead. He smiled at his sister. "Ré'mān, Azalii !"
Translation
Good day, Azalii !
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