Damage/Speed B3C14

"Is all your equipment so powerful?" I asked. "Is everything enchanted?"

He looked down at me, and although there was hatred in his eyes, he couldn't resist the urge to gloat. "But of course. When you are as accomplished as I, it becomes a bit of a hobby, hoarding the strongest equipment, that is. This is but one of a larger collection. My favourite, and broken now, but no matter." He crossed his arms before me and smiled. "Why do you ask?"

"Was your… was your dagger magical?"

"Hm? The one I almost killed you with? Yes, of course."

[...]

Blake landed on his back, one arm wrapping about his throat and tilting his head up, even as her hand shot down. In it was clasped the dagger that had pierced her lung, still bloody and went – but also glowing with magical energies. His dagger, enchanted and covered in runes, enough perhaps to pierce even his formidable defences. The hole in her chest was gone, too, only blood and torn clothing as a reminder. She'd been fully healed.

"You dropped this!" Blake snarled. "Allow me to return it to you!"

The dagger slammed home – directly into Watts' eye.