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"You'll die." Anara said before coughting again. It was getting harder to breath. Curse him.

She was bleeding not only from the sword wound but also from her stump on her arm. It was making her head dizzy.

Bolyn looked back when he heard the voice and felt the prick. He laughed as he kept a firm grip on Kyrnil. "What was that? Did you try to poison me?! I'm a child of Boethiah, my blood is poison!"

When he stopped lauching he noticed something familiar from the Khajiit. "Wait...you're supposed to be dead!" He confused Ze'Laro with his brother, the one that had fought against Bolyn and his siblings in Elsweyr and bit the Dunmer's younger brother's throat off.