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<span class="mu-b">"Then I refuse to play."</span> You say, snapping your push stick on the table in front of you.
"Eoba, this is your test. You are a child, and you will obey your ruler. Your tantrum will not stop this. Finish the game. I command you to finish the ga-"
With a fast movement, you slit Agori's throat. The sharpened piece of exquisite stone was more then sharp enough.
You are now <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Agori</span></span> again, and you are dying.
For some reason, you never considered that Eoba might have been getting himself a weapon. You knew he had fast hands, given his lineage and all, but you guess you'd never been challenged physically for so long that the thought of him fighting back had never even factored in. Nobody ever challenged you.
Then again- in a way, you are vindicated. You fall back onto the floor with a loud thud as you quickly feel what life you have left leave you. You are starting to hallucinate as your brain is deprived of oxygen. In a way- Eoba vindicated your beliefs your entire life. The child overcame the overgrown adult because he's faster, had a weapon, and struck when you weren't expecting it- you're the least threatening kind of Jaaxtian. In your dying moments, you see Eoba, Eoba II, and the Eoba clone all dancing and mingling together over this child- who is watching and making sure you die, but standing far enough away you can't quite reach him in revenge. Smart boy, good boy.
Dammit Eoba... You were right. Your primitive man defeated me. Your clone did me in. It just took half a century more then you thought...
