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"A cheap shot? Surely you jest, in a world where life and death happen most frequently?" Shadowstep threw two more darts, made for stunning measure. One was sent to graze the man's left ankle, the other sent directly towards his forehead. As they flew, Shadowstep would glide with them, dashing past the man's left and letting his left blade graze to cross the man's shoulder.