A KNIFE!
The gold winglet: *outside messing around near a pool*
Duskseer: *runs around the pool with something in her talon*
Webs: *sitting down* what do you have?
Duskseer: *still running and holds out the object* A KNIFE!
Webs: *stand up and gose after her* NO-
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