( Without any further ado, Isabela follows the provided instructions, ejecting a small dagger forcefully from her newfound weapon and letting out a large whoop of excitement as it flies towards its target.
She turns to Engie, grinning. )
This bad girl's going to put me out of a job!
( Not that she's been doing too much work here... )
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She turns to Engie, grinning. )
This bad girl's going to put me out of a job!
( Not that she's been doing too much work here... )
How many daggers can she hold?