[ By the time Eustace has successfully managed to slot all his own brain cells back together, Ernesto is already up on his feet, movements unsteady as he does his best to get the hell out of dodge. Unfortunately for him, Eustace has always been closer to a hunting hound than a nice friendly family dog, and he is not about to let his prey escape so easily.
Given the headstart and the absolute chaos now going down in the cavern, he opts for the path of least resistance. Which is to say, his fingers are tightening around his dagger and the muscles in his arm tensing as he calculates the distance between him and Ernesto's retreating figure before sharply throwing his knife in one swift movement. The dagger goes sailing through the air, hurtling in a straight path towards Ernesto's turned back. The aim's not perfect though, his head still pounding and Ernesto's path through the cavern unpredictable, so who knows where it'll end up? We do, we know.
Sorry, no distance between Ernesto and that dagger today. :( ]
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Given the headstart and the absolute chaos now going down in the cavern, he opts for the path of least resistance. Which is to say, his fingers are tightening around his dagger and the muscles in his arm tensing as he calculates the distance between him and Ernesto's retreating figure before sharply throwing his knife in one swift movement. The dagger goes sailing through the air, hurtling in a straight path towards Ernesto's turned back. The aim's not perfect though, his head still pounding and Ernesto's path through the cavern unpredictable, so who knows where it'll end up?
We do, we know.Sorry, no distance between Ernesto and that dagger today. :( ]