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That Zogi’s plan worked for a second was a miracle. That it only worked for a second was disappointing but entirely unsurprising to the Oracle, who sighed with exasperation as the wretched boy rallied his lackeys and got them to charge in.  

Credit to the goblin however, when things went south he didn’t hesitate to charge into the fray, though the Oracle supposed his proven ability to survive death likely added to his bravery. 

That said, if this was to not end the exact same as the goblin’s last rushing in (namely near instant death), he’d need support, and so the Oracle urgently waved and pointed a small hand, trying to direct Kleine to send her copies in as well as a further distraction.

While doing so it distracted itself in turn, enough that when the rogue boy came leaping up at the Oracle’s ceiling protruding head it was taken entirely by surprise, the starry eye enlarging in shock moments before a blade sliced through it.

Fortunately, though the blade had parted the Oracle’s ‘flesh’ with ease, and left a gash all across its face, it seemed to have done absolutely nothing to the structural integrity of the being’s eye. 

What was a knife in the face of a star, after all?

Well… It was disorientating for one to have a knife slashed through your face, and so while the oracle was hardly harmed, and its membrane already regenerating, there’d be no eyebeams till it regained its senses.

This didn’t stop it from praying “Oh fate, smite this scoundrel!" (it didn’t seem to speak or think from the face) and then rolling a 36 on a handful of tossed dice. Upon rolling this perfectly average result, the ceiling shuddered, cracked, then and a shower of small stones fell down from the ceiling and towards where the thief had landed after his big jump.