[Martel can't hear him shouting, or see the man coming. She's knows her killer is there, though. She knows what's going to happen, as it's already happened before. The nightmare has to play out exactly, and she can't move, can't turn around, can't run.
She lets out a scream as he runs her through, and pulls it out, letting her collapse in a heap to the ground, holding her wound. And then he just disappears like he was never there, the bloodied sword dropping to the grass by her side.]
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She lets out a scream as he runs her through, and pulls it out, letting her collapse in a heap to the ground, holding her wound. And then he just disappears like he was never there, the bloodied sword dropping to the grass by her side.]