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Oh, oh, wow.

No. No.

No.

You must re...

You must return it.

Another defeat.

What's the use of Abraxeon seizing my crops

to feed their soldiers

if they're going to continue to lose ground?

Pretty soon there's not going to be

nothing left for them to protect.

How are my children supposed to survive the winter

with nothing but scraps to eat?

They've already eaten all my good boots.

Hey!

That weren't meant to be a jape!

At this point, we might as well join the scavengers.

Oi! They're the only ones profiting from all this.

Picking through the corpses like vultures.

Oh, here comes one now.

Look at this handsome specimen.

He'd strip us bare

before our bodies were even cold, he would.

Makes me sick.

Oi!

There's not a one among us

who's stared into hell the way he has.

Leave him be.

Aye. Who is he, then?

I don't pretend to know his whole past.

They say he was once a knight in the Queen's army.

The old queen, before Halgan's ascension.

Before the war against the Dreadites.

Surgeon with a sword.

That's what's been sung.

And a survivor of the massacre by Grimvault.

What?

I was told no one survived that cursed night--

Aye, not a soul.

Yet there he is.

At least his body.

Who knows what remains of his spirit

as he wanders this realm alone?

No allegiances, no banner.

Few even know his name.

Only the one he answers to.

What name would that be?

They call him--

Deathstalker!

You know why we've come.

Halgan's amulet. Hand it over!

-Never met him. -He's lying.

We should eat his legs.

That will make him nice and honest.

We're hungry, aren't we?

I could eat.

For my food and drink.

And this is for the chair.

What...?

Oh, wow.

You can't run from us!

Show yourself, fool.

Sneaky little bug!

Let me have the first bite, brother.

Two against one.

Not very fair.

Why are we doing this dance?

Master wants the amulet.

And you, dead!

Oh, I hate trolls.

I'm outta here.

Oh, you're gonna make us work

for our meal, aren't you, little man?

I want his brains!

You can have them You need them.

This is what you want?

-The amulet! -Hand it over!

Go ahead and run, you fool!

Every assassin will be after you!

There's nowhere to hide!

That's right! Come back and fight me!

I'll tear you to pieces!

I'll scatter your brain to every corner--

Whoa.

Good riddance.

What?

God, it stinks.

I know it stinks.

Calm down.

That's nasty.

Whoa.

Hello?

Ah, Deathstalker.

What terrible curse

has befallen you this time?

This.

I can feel it is bound to you.

I noticed. Now unbound it.

This flavor of enchantment means it can only

be passed on with the death of the one who carries it.

Well, do these runes mention any exceptions to that rule?

They are beyond my understanding.

So I'm stuck with this guy?

I said they are beyond my understanding,

not that they cannot be understood.

Map.

A symbol.

And now the offering.

Nice.

There is a man who might have

the answers you seek.

That is, if he still lives.

His name is Daedelad,

a member of the Order of Troxartas.

One of the few mages left in Abraxeon

who still carries a passion for the ancient tongue.

Well, where do I find this wizard?

Patience, child.

Aw, great.

Not the destination you were hoping for?

Thanks for your help, Toralva.

Something for your stew.

Your offering warns of danger.

I'm sure it does.

Your door's broken.

The specters of your past are calling in the darkness.

I see a great evil

on the horizon of your fate!

You cannot outrun it.

Just once I would like to come to this cursed place

and not entertain such rambling nonsense.

But it is you who are cursed,

Deathstalker!

Whoa.

Easy, Calibus. Wait here, okay?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Calibus!

Damn it!

Holy crap.

What happened here?

I hope you cut better than the last one.

Someone there?

Sit tight.

Is somebody out there?

Say something!

Whoa.

Oh, hello.

What are you doing down there?

Oh, shit!

Oh, at last. I'm free!

Are you DaedeWad?

Uh, yeah, I'm Daedelad Parsaneon,

son of Amax The Wise.

But everyone calls me Doodad.

Look, I hate to break it to you, Doodad,

we're in a bit of a bind here.

Oh, serpents of Malinax.

I warned those bumbling bandits what they'd find

if they ventured too far into these caves.

I have an idea.

Hop on. Come on.

What are you gonna do?

Not die.

Nice one!

- Ooh! - Oh...

-Tuck and roll! -What?

Wait, wait!

Hurrah! We're safe!

Yeah. You're welcome.

What do they call you, good sir?

The name is Death--

Hold still.

Would you stop it?

Okay.

Hold still. I was close that time.

You were not.

Okay, hey, hey.

So you stole this from Prince Halgan?

Well, "stole" is a bit strong.

He was already dead.

Well... on his way out, at least.

-Meaning? -He was coughing a bit.

But it was definitely a death rattle. I'm sure of it.

-Sounds like he was alive to me. -Hey!

I didn't rescue you to get a lecture on the ethics

of the spoils of war.

Now you keep it up, and I throw you

back in there with those serpents.

Well, I suppose I do owe you my life.

So I'll do what I can to solve this little riddle.

These runes alone suggest powerful magic.

But what purpose does it serve?

Mmm!

The runes.

They're not Abraxeon, they're Asmordian!

Asmordian, huh?

The precursor to the Abraxeon empire.

Very little record of them has survived.

Their language all but forgotten.

-Dead language, huh? -Dead to everyone but

a fellow member of the Sorcerers Order, the great wizard Xodan.

Skilled in all the ancient tongues.

-Hyperion, Atlantean-- -Wait, wait, wait.

So you can't read it either?

Crap.

Where do we find this Xodan guy?

In his crypt, I imagine.

-He's dead? -Very much so.

But he would be entombed with his scrolls,

and I'm certain that one of them

will contain the Asmordian cipher.

And with that, you can read the amulet

and reverse the curse?

-I believe so. -Great.

- We'll head out at sunrise. - Oh, no.

I can't go to Xodan's crypt.

With so many assassins in pursuit of the amulet,

it's far too dangerous.

You go there and get it

and bring it back to me at Munkar's Tavern.

Hey, if it wasn't for me,

you would still be locked in a trunk.

Besides, do you really think

you're going to last out of here on your own?

-Hmm? -Eh...

Fine.

At dawn, we'll travel to Xodan's Sanctuary.

Now pass me some of that meat.

I noticed something strange

with the assassin I slayed back at Munkar's Tavern.

The marking on his shoulder.

A guild marking, perhaps.

No, this was something else.

Maybe you know what it means.

Something like this.

That's not possible.

The Sect of Sytor was wiped out eons ago.

Sytor?

An ancient cult of sorcerers.

Obsessed with the mysteries of the Outer Realms.

Worlds of dark evil that no mortal

was ever meant to understand.

Their leader, Nekromemnon.

He was defeated,

and all records of his teachings were destroyed.

Or so I thought.

If the markings you saw are from the Sect of Sytor,

then there are more sinister forces at work here.

So you're saying the Sect of Sytor has returned?

That Nekromemnon is back to finish what he started?

Well, the Dreadites

are rumored to have been born from necromancy.

But all I know for sure is that

if the Sect of Sytor is involved,

your quest is truly doomed.

We should keep moving. Hop on.

All right.

Someone approaches. Hide!

Where is he?

Excellent.

We've got him.

He's here.

Find him.

Come on, let's go!

After him!

Hide behind those rocks.

What are you doing?

When it happens, you'll thank me.

When what happens? Whoa!

Go that way!

No. That way!

No, go the other way!

How is this helping? God damnit!

-What is this? -No, that way!

Go!

What is this? Hey, hey!

-Stop. What is this? -No!

-No! No, no, no. -God damnit! Stop!

-Stop it! -No!

Stop. Stop it. Stop.

- No, not-- - Pathetic.

Jotak.

Tritus.

I gave up that name long ago.

Ah, yes.

Deathstalker, is it not?

I knew our paths would cross again one day.

Fortunately, your cowardice

has set you on a path back to me.

You see, old friend,

the ritual at Grimvault...

Tritus, Jotak.

Stop those warlocks!

The warlocks we killed to protect

the might of Abraxeon.

That was the first step in ensuring his resurrection.

You must resist the dark enchantments.

My old friend.

Your blade should have ended me that night.

But what you failed to realize is that

my fate was in his hands, not yours.

And now Nekromemnon has returned.

And this time, he'll bring the entire world

to its knees.

And I couldn't resist the chance

to take Halgan's amulet from you personally...

Deathstalker.

Then by all means.

Come and get it.

No!

He's mine.

Goodbye, my friend.

Doodad, let's go! Come on!

After him!

What have you embroiled me in, Deathstalker?

-Hey! -This is no mere curse reverse.

If Nekromemnon has truly returned

from the outer realms, then

Abraxeon is on the brink of annihilation.

We must decipher those runes, and quickly.

At this rate, we'll be lucky if we survive the night.

Survival may have set you on this path, but I see it now.

Our meeting is the machinations of the gods.

We have to learn what part the amulet plays in this plot,

or risk the end of everything

and the beginning of a dark era I dare not imagine.

Machinations of the gods, huh?

-I like that. -Huh.

Lead the way, little guy. Come on, let's go.

Nekromemnon's minions!

On this sacred ground?

Why?

There's no way past those Dreadites without being seen.

Look. The Xodan scrolls will be buried with him.

And among them will be the Asmordian translation.

Oh, that translation is my

my only chance of deciphering the amulet.

If I could just get my hands on it.

We have to find a way in there.

I have an idea.

Oh, wow.

The acolytes of Kulthis.

I should have known they played a part in this madness.

This was a bad idea.

-This was your idea. -Ugh.

What is this? This is gross!

-Shh! Quiet! -Hey!

-They'll hear you. Shut up! -You shut up.

Maybe both of you could shut up.

You're not the only one sneaking in.

Okay?

Could you shush?

Please?

-Sorry. -Sorry.

-Who are you? -What is he doing?

The ancient rite of resurrection.

A ritual that can only be performed

by those who share lineage

with ageless beings that rule the outer worlds.

So this is how he makes his army,

by enslaving the corpses of his enemies.

Of all the graveyards in all the realms.

-Really, Doodad? -Whine about it later.

What's the plan here, guys?

First of all, this is our plan,

and it was working fine before you showed up.

And who the hell are you, anyway?

Who are you? I don't know who you are.

The path to Xodan's crypt is clear.

Now's my chance.

Doodad! Where are you going?

Keep an eye on the acolytes. I will return.

That's some plan.

-Wait for me. -Hey!

What the hell?

Gross.

There it is.

- Help me! - Just a sec.

What are you after, exactly?

A scroll that translates the Asmordian tongue.

One of these must be it.

No!

Hey, uh,

I don't want to rush you, little guy,

but there's only one way out of here,

and if the freaks upstairs catch on, we're done.

It's here, I know it is! I just need more time!

Ah...Not it!

No!

We gotta go.

I need more time!

Ugh. Atlantean.

Okay, you freak.

Let's see what color you bleed.

Well, did you find it?

Just a sec. Hypernian...

Come on, hurry!

-Got it! -Great, let's go. Come on.

You are the one they call...

Deathstalker.

I will have...

...what is mine.

It's him.

Nekromemnon.

My emissaries

will hunt you

to the ends of the realm and beyond.

Run while you can.

The further you take the light of Talon from me,

the greater my wrath will grow.

Light of Talon?

Soon you will beg

for the mercy of death!

-Here. -What?

A way out.

Let's go!

Go, go, go!

Come on, Doodad.

-Uh, hi. -Okay.

They'll be all over the main roads.

We should wait till dawn before we go any further.

This looks like a fine spot.

- What's that sound? - Ah, don't worry.

Those are just the Wailing Woods.

Nothing to be concerned about and should help

mask any noise we might make in the night.

Well, good.

So nobody's going to complain if I play a little bit of this.

Hey.

Thanks for your help back there.

I never got your name.

It's Brisbayne,

thief extraordinaire.

Don't worry.

I'm not going to steal any of your precious scrolls.

I prefer my treasures to have a little more sparkle to them.

Well, I'm not worried.

All right, then.

I'll let you know when I need the amulet.

Just rest.

Hey, Doodad. Brisbayne.

Show yourself.

No!

Aah!

Huh, look at that.

Just rubble.

Let's go. Come on.

This is but a taste

of what was shared with me

from within the abyss.

The child will obey

if you have the strength to command it.

Your work...

...is not finished, Jotak.

It is the will of Sytor

himself.

Yes.

If I am to possess the light of Talon,

Deathstalker must die.

Oh, yes!

Your little friend is a heavy sleeper.

He's not my friend.

I've enlisted him to lift the curse, nothing more.

Something to do with that Asmordian amulet?

Look, the talisman is bound to me,

and I'm looking to unbind it,

and preferably stay alive in the process.

You really can't stand the thought of anyone

sticking by you, can you?

You're an easy read, Deathstalker.

The world is full of people like you, I get it.

Life is much simpler when you live for one destiny.

And I suppose you prefer

the camaraderie of the thieves guild, huh?

I'm not with the guild.

Not anymore. They found me too...

...impulsive.

You know, I used to sack the palace

for fun all by myself.

Yeah, but that game certainly got stale once

the palace's bravest were sent off to die in this war.

But still, I suppose I am always looking for my next challenge.

Oh, is that what we are, the next challenge?

No, no, I already said I have no intention of robbing you.

But I have been having fun.

Yeah, right.

Huh. An Abraxeon battle camp.

How exciting.

Do you think these guys have some food?

Wait.

Hey!

- Hello? - Hey--

Oh.

Dreadites.

But they moved on long ago.

Huh. Onions.

Move!

We have you now, Deathstalker.

Where are you going?

Let's go!

Scarabus' exploits are legendary.

You really are attracting

the very best assassins in the kingdom, my friend.

Please shut up.

I'll just use my magic to protect you.

I don't need your wizarding ways

getting me killed!

Excuse me?

My powers have been nothing but helpful.

Yes! It worked!

Oh, sorry.

You cannot escape us.

Yes, I can.

There!

That thing can-- can teleport and--

Okay.

I should thank you.

But I'm not going to.

Let me see it.

Can you stitch me up?

No, I, uh, got something better.

Hold these healing crystals

against your arm.

What are those?

The amethyst is going to purify the cut.

The bloodstone helps with circulation,

and the tiger's eye will help to lessen your fear.

-My fear? -Yes.

Your fear of dying from your wounds.

And you think you can read people like me?

-Aah! Ow! -There you go.

I never figured a thief for an alchemist.

Yeah, well.

Unlike you...

my heart is, uh...

a bit more complicated.

What does your heart have to do with anything?

We all have our own hearts, Deathstalker.

It's what rules our fate.

I've seen more than a fair share of hearts

- at the end of my sword. - Mh-hm?

And they all look the same to me.

Ow!

Hey.

I'm glad you stuck around.

Sure.

- Ah! That's it! - What?

The runes. I've deciphered them.

What does it say?

Ah...

It's done.

You're now free from the amulet's bonds.

Oh.

Thank you, my friend.

But wait, there's more.

Behold Talon's prophecy.

This kingdom was once ruled

by the magic of two supreme beings.

Talon, the wizard king of light.

Sytor, the witch-lord of darkness.

Together, these titans battled over the fate of existence

using the mortals as their pawns.

As Sytor's power grew too strong to defeat,

Talon created a weapon so powerful

that only those that walked

between the worlds of life and death could wield it.

It was hidden within this magic amulet,

passed down through the generations,

until its true purpose was completely forgotten.

What kind of weapon does it hide?

A weapon unlike any that has

ever existed in this world before.

A weapon

known as the Light of Talon.

It's beautiful.

The perfect sword.

One day, a warrior will rise to wield its four blades

to extinguish the four hearts of evil,

saving the kingdom from a never-ending reign of darkness.

Doodad! Come on!

Get out of here. Gah.

Brisbayne?

Brisbayne?

The amulet.

She took it. That rotten little...

I slept terribly last night.

You're going to have to carry me.

No, don't.

There's too many of them.

I know this path.

We are headed to the dead swamps.

It's a dangerous place. If you do not tread lightly,

you'll awaken the ancient curse that lives below.

Perfect. That's just what we need right now.

What evil lives in these walls?

I only know rumors. Stories.

Diseased men cast out from their villages,

absorbed by the earth

and resurrected into vengeful spirits

that have forgotten the joys of music

or the comfort of a brotherly hug.

That is all I know.

No one who has encountered them face to face

has lived to tell the tale.

What else do you have?

It's empty.

There he is.

The one who got away.

Brisbayne's really proven herself worthy

by helping us capture you.

And bringing me the most valuable item in the kingdom.

Halgan's precious amulet.

-Mwah. -And you brought us here

to give us our share of the reward, right?

I don't remember you being so generous, Grendul.

I'm generous to those

who follow the rules and share the wealth.

These are troubling times, after all.

We thieves must stick together.

Look at her.

Brisbayne, you're one of us forever now.

Bravo!

Hooray!

Hey! Stop it!

We're family here.

For a family to get along, there has to be rules.

You know this.

Did I not warn you years ago

that there would be a price for not paying us

our proper share of your bounties?

Yeah, you warned me.

I just didn't care.

Do them fast.

Prince Baldur expects us to meet him

at Grimvault before nightfall.

Truly despicable act, I must say.

Robbing a dead prince of his most precious family heirloom.

I'm sure Baldur will appreciate its return,

for a tidy sum, of course.

We have a saying in the guild.

If you only serve yourself,

a reckoning you'll be served.

And now, gentlemen,

your reckoning is served.

Wait!

Isn't there another way? Can't you just...

smack him around a little?

Stick to your flute, Brisbayne.

Archers!

Fire!

Get them!

Archers!

Fire!

Here, help me out! Untie me!

No! You untie me first.

No! You untie me. I can't help you.

-Come on. -All right, fine.

Fire!

No!

They've forgotten the joy of music.

Or the comfort of a brotherly hug.

Wait.

No.

That's right.

Oh, no.

Yes.

-Deathstalker. -Hmm?

We can leave now.

Okay.

Come on. Hop on.

Remind me,

why are we going to Grimvault again?

The Royal family is waiting for the amulet

so the forces of good can summon the Light of Talon.

There's no time to waste.

Well, there better be a sweet reward

at the end of all this.

Is saving the world not enough of a reward?

Nope!

I'm cold.

Can you fetch my blanket?

Something wrong, my lord?

It's just...

Oh, my God, you're going to hate me.

You know, I'm a little warm.

Baldur.

You're not that lady from the Thieves Guild.

My name is Deathstalker,

and I'm here for the reward.

Oh! Deathstalker!

Mother speaks highly of you.

Your...

...swordsmanship is legendary.

I didn't realize the Queen held me in such high regard.

Yes, she says, of all the traitorous parasites

sucking the kingdom dry, you...

are the most handsome.

That is so sweet.

Yeah. Wish she'd say such nice things about me.

Ah! Anyway.

Sure was a rough road getting here.

We were pursued by many foes.

You know, we almost didn't make it.

So many foes.

Hmm?

Poor Halgan.

He always was the unlucky one.

Rocks.

Oh, I had no intention of paying you.

So these are just regular rocks?

Not expensive, royal rocks or anything like that?

No, just normal dumb rocks.

Mother will be pleased when I bring her the head

of the kingdom's most notorious deserter and thief.

The once-mighty Deathstalker!

You forgot handsome.

And you know what else she would really like?

This.

Kill him! Get him!

Dreadites!

Watch out!

I've got it! Begone foul creature!

Nice shot. Let's go.

I will, my friend.

I told you this wasn't over.

Before you ask, no.

You can't have your sword back.

Keep it.

Stay back.

Again you hide behind steel.

True power

comes from more than just the sword.

Your madness ends tonight, Jotak,

even if I have to do it with my bare hands.

My eyes have been opened, Tritus.

The only way you will know the truth

is in death!

Deathstalker!

Brisbayne!

Hey. I'm so sorry about what happened.

I didn't mean to--

Who is this?

A friend of yours?

Definitely not a friend.

I said I was sorry!

No!

Let me go!

You vile creatures!

Give it to me.

It's yours.

I don't know what Mother wants with it anyway.

- At last. - There.

You have what you want.

Just free me,

you undead cretin!

Of course.

-Oh, wow--

Tonight we ride to Nekromemnon's fortress.

And to victory!

Jotak was right.

Death does open your eyes to a lot.

I know what I have to do now.

I have to save my friends.

And they've got a day's start on me.

How do I get to them in time?

That'll work.

Restrain the wizard.

Bring the thief to me.

Kneel before your master.

The will of Sytor

that brought you before me.

This is your destiny:

to serve us for all eternity.

Thing is, I didn't really like the last club that I joined.

Well, if you'd prefer...

I could just rip your heart out.

But it sounds like I get to live forever in this one, so,

that sounds good, too.

All the powers of darkness

will be yours.

Okay, okay. Uh, hang on a second.

-Where are we going? -You can join us

in rebuilding this world...

as it was meant to be.

- No, no. - In the

image of Sytor.

- I think I'll pass. - Yes!

Oh, okay. No, no, no, no!

Oh! Oh.

More, more! Yes!

Oh, yes.

In the hands of a mere mortal

it's quite useless.

But in the hands of one

who walks between life and death

it could spell our demise.

But no more! No more!

The light of Talon dies tonight!

- Nekromemnon! - Huh?

You're mad!

There it is.

There it is.

It is time.

Abraxeon will fall!

There is no one who can stand in my way.

Oh, oh, oh.

What the fuck is that?

Here I come!

Dreadites.

Rip him to pieces!

Deathstalker! Behind you!

Oh! Get up!

Get up, you fool!

Look out there!

Ha, ha! Yes!

-You're alive! -Doodad, are you all right?

Oh, I'm good. Just get me out of these.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

What took you so long?

The wraith, it got lost,

and I was in the swamp, and I got resurrected.

There was a lot going on.

We have to help Brisbayne.

You're too late, Deathstalker.

What are you doing to her?

Her heart has joined the dark beyond.

She is now the vessel

of Sytor.

Don't worry.

You can't save her.

It's time I put you down for good.

Hey!

This ends here, sorcerer.

You say, "Hey" to me?

Oh, dear.

Hey!

The magic you wield is but child's play

compared to mine.

Your arrogance will be your undoing, Nekromemnon.

Oh good heavens, I'm so scared.

Well, come on then. Let's have at it.

Give it to me!

Goodbye, old friend.

Your aim still hasn't improved,

Son of Amax.

You missed me. You missed me, again.

Did I?

What's that?

Oh, dear!

Did I Doodad?

Ah! Ah, yes!

Oh, yes!

Sytor is risen!

Sytor, yes!

You've come! Sytor, you've come!

You've come. You've come.

Come, come, come.

My queen, yes!

Yes, yes! Ah!

Any ideas, wizard?

The light of Talon has been destroyed!

Sytor will consume us all!

It's over, Deathstalker.

I thought I was a pessimist.

Deathstalker, no!

It's too late!

In the hands of one

who walks between life and death...

could spell our demise.

Deathstaker! There! Go!

We all have our own hearts, Deathstalker.

It's what rules our fate.

I've seen more than a fair

share of hearts at the end of my sword.

And they all look the same to me.

Wield the four blades to extinguish

the four hearts of evil.

Hurry, Deathstalker!

Fulfill the prophecy.

No. I'm doing this my way.

Brisbayne!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Come on. Hey, Brisbayne.

Brisbayne. Come on.

Wake up! Wake up!

She's alive!

- You're okay. - I'm okay.

Of course.

Sytor only had three hearts.

Just like the alignment of the three moons.

Oh, my goodness, that was a very lucky guess,

Deathstalker.

I wasn't guessing, Doodad.

Someone once taught me that we all have our own heart.

So I just avoided the one that,

well....

Looked complicated.

-Come on, let's go. -Okay.

Get up. Yeah. You're back.

Hey.

You may want to wash that off.

Meh.

You know what?

I think we earned ourselves a bit of music.

-What? You found it? Thank you! -I did.

Hey, don't you understand what this means,

Deathstalker?

You've rewritten the prophecy.

You are the one that saved the kingdom

from the never ending reign of darkness.

Yeah.

You could walk right into the palace now

and take the throne if you wanted to.

Huh.

It's a perfect sword.

But a weapon like this

should not rule our fate's.

Destroy it.

If that is what you wish.

Ow! Doodad!

Sorry. Just stay still. Once more.

What do you mean? I'm standing still.

Hold it high!

Come on!

The sword is here.

Don't move, don't move! Hold it up.

-I can do this. -You're doing this on purpose.

I'm not doing this on purpose. Honestly.

-I'm gonna put it on the ground. -No. You can't.

-You have to hold it up. -Why?

The one who fulfills the prophecy has to hold it.

-Hold it high! -I'm pointing it far away.

I'll get it this time. Ready?

I swear to God,

if you hit me one more time, I'm going to spank you.

Okay?

One last chance.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Doodad! I don't understand you.

Don't hit me!