With a jolt of surprise you recognise the man before you, He's the whole problem in alagaesia, "well that makes things simple," you think as you pull the trigger. There is a crack as the rifle fires and the bullet flies towards Galbatorix.
A second passes, then another, then it occurs to you that Galbatorix is still standing. He shouldn't be doing that. You certainly wouldn't if you'd been shot. Then a second revelation clicks in your mind. He's smiling! Standing or no he shouldn't be smiling that is certain.
"Thrysta." You are thrown back, "Magic, damn it come on. Hey thats it, Brisingr!" nothing happens
"Stenr Reisa" A large stone is thrown at you and you manage to roll out of it's way but it lands on your rifle, crushing it beyond repair.
"Slytha." Your world vanishes as you drift into a dreamless sleep.
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