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[i]Just a few seconds until he opened his eyes. Dartega was certainly comfy cozy around his opponents. He considered Zande dangerous, but he still assumed he had enough leeway to recover, that his opponent was civilized enough not to take advantage of that scant moment in a life or death struggle. 

Those few seconds were all Zande needed to silently, curtly thrust the rabbit skewer out with deft precision, seeking to neatly plunge several inches of sharpened wood through Dartega's visor until the hot meat of the rabbit smacked into his face, impaling his brain through the superior orbital fissure in his left eye socket and immediately killing him if the attack worked. There were no tells to forewarn Dartega of this oncoming doom. It'd be worth noting that Dartega [b]hadn't[/b] made any motion after his brief stumble that involved drastically moving his head in a way which might disrupt Zande's aim.[/i]