>> ARTHUR: Corillia! I managed to get the Eleventh Eye. Let's get out of here.
>> BRITTANY: Would that it were that simple, Noctus.
>> BRITTANY: Put the amulet down and step back three paces.
>> ARTHUR: The Legion is coming. We must go!
>> BRITTANY: You have been compromised. The poison enslaves your mind.
(OC) It's true, Noctus. You're beginning to feel light-headed.
>> ARTHUR: Corillia! Don't worry. I'm just a little light-headed, that's all.
>> BRITTANY: Our true friend Noctus would know that the Eleventh Eye is too important to leave to chance.
>> ARTHUR: What, are you gonna attack me? - You force my hand.
>> ARTHUR: Am I still in control of my actions?
>> EVAN: Have I told you what to do, yet? >> ARTHUR: Right.
>> ARTHUR: I'm not one of them, Corillia. Not yet.
>> WILL: Oh, shit. What'd I miss? Are we about to fuck up Noctus?
>> ARTHUR: What? No! >> BRITTANY: We will if we must for the good of the Noctus we once called friend.
>> ARTHUR: Your friend Noctus stands before you.
>> WILL: Okay, I shoot him in the face.
>> ARTHUR: What? >> WILL: What? You've gone rogue. Biff's gotta take you down.
>> WILL: Evan—I shoot Noctus in the face.
>> BRITTANY: Will, we don't wanna KILL him.
>> WILL: No? Oh. Okay, fair enough. Yeah. I shoot him in the dick.
>> ARTHUR: Christ. >> EVAN: Sure you can hit a target that small?
>> ARTHUR: Look, I'll bleed out, Will. >> WILL: You don't die from an arrow to the dick!
>> ARTHUR: I don't need to be shot at all.
>> BRITTANY: Well, come on, Arthur. I mean, we can't be sure that you're not mindslaved.
>> EVAN: Keep it in character, please.
>> WILL: Oh, fine, yeah yeah yeah. In character, right?
>> WILL: Noctus: I am going to shoot you in the dick.
- Will! >> WILL: Who's Will? My name's Biff. He's talking crazy! Mindslaved.
>> EVAN: Guys, the Legion's still advancing up the hill.
>> ARTHUR: Evan, this is why we need a fourth. Like, a cleric or a divine magic user or something.
>> BRITTANY: Yeah, I wouldn't mind a fourth player.
>> EVAN: Couldn't hurt to expand the group a bit.
>> ARTHUR: Ohhh! Ow!
>> ARTHUR: Right in the glans!