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         "I'm not sure." I replied. "I sort of feel over." I tried to remember back to the time when it happened. "Oh, yeah. I'm sort of stupid...Falling over the podium didn't really help, did it?" My leg was easing off now. "So what do you wish to do, Marth? We can keep moving if you like, it's up to you. My leg feels ok now." I tried to remember about the few precious seconds before we departed. Everthing was so quick, like a flash of lightning. John had dyed. Thanks to Marth and myself and now there just seemed to be more of a chance for the two of us to become victors. I hoped we could at least last through the night, that would be a challenge.