they broke the mold | Glowfic Constellation

He aims a punch with his other hand.

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Well, that's going to bruise, but also he's got his hands on Howe's dagger and is wrestling him for it.

Howe snarls and tries to slam the dagger and the hands holding into the underside of the table.

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Can he do that? Yes. Will it cause Stalas to let go? Absolutely not.

He keeps it up, pushing towards the edge of the table.

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Yeah, no. Whatever he's planning, it's not going to happen.

How about they get out from under the table, that seems like a good next step.

He resists this turn of events!

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What a surprise.

Stalas can probably drag him out if he's determined about it.

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Stalas is a determined sort of person.

When he realizes he won't win this particular fight, Howe changes tactics suddenly, pushing, hoping to overbalance Stalas.

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Stalas adapts easily. They roll out from under the table. If Stalas is lucky, this is going to end in Howe landing on his own dagger -

Stalas is not that lucky. The dagger ends up off to the side of the two combatants.

Clare

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And then Clare kicks Howe very hard in the head.

He sprawls across the floor.

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What an excellent opportunity for Stalas to stab him.

"Arggh!"

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Is that a dying noise or a merely inconvenienced noise? Because if it's the latter, Stalas can stab him again.

Now it's really more of a dying noise. Blood bubbles out from between his lips as he rolls over to fix a venomous glare on Elissa.

"Nngh... Maker... spit on you. I deserved... more..."

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"Well, that wasn't any fun at all," remarks Stalas, getting up and dusting himself off.

Aside from the Warden's group, there are two other people left alive in the room: the man who was on the table, and another in a cell along the wall, arms wrapped tight around himself and rocking back and forth, muttering inaudibly.

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Perhaps dealing with the muttering man will make him feel better. Okay, it probably won't, but hope springs eternal. Stalas approaches.