"Why is it that every time I want go out and do something I desire, something like THIS happens?" Dolemeck hissed to Derek, letting go of his hand and suddenly shadow porting from the ground, only to end up behind the woman spouting orders and wielding a blade. His green eyes slowly opened after emerging from the shadows and he reached for the blade she was wielding.
"Has anyone told you that you should not wield blades in museums? Even I know that and... I..." Dolemeck's eyes widened as the blade suddenly created a surge of pain that went through his body. It was unlike the pain he felt when he got shot, but something worse. Much worse. He screamed in agony, trying to keep his grasp on the blade, even as it caused his hand to bleed.
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