Gasping as i fall to my knees, i can only watch as the nightstalker flees from sight. Even if i could have thrown one of my daggers, it wouldnt have killed her and i couldnt have pursued her. I can only kneel there, a hand pressed over my stomach. The knowledge that it will heal doesnt make me feel better, and  i soon stand up again, a bit shakily, and help Duncan to his feet.<br/><br/>"Just what was that, ive fought nightstalkers before, but that,, ive never seen that before. If she comes back, we'll need to do better", i say to him as he heals just as fast and completely as my wound does. KNowing that i have to get out of sight and dispose of my bloody top, i make the offer to duncan, as if anyone sees us with bloody clothes, they may wonder why we arent dead.