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- Spry little bastard. He was already on his feet when Gordon caught up with him. Without slowing, Gordon slapped one knife-hand to the side, caught the other wrist, and slammed the kid into a wall.
- The kid went limp. Gordon held his wrist, letting him dangle.
- The kid’s eyes opened, and he jerked his other knife hand, pointed at Gordon’s middle. Helen’s foot went out, pinning it against the wall.
- “Damn,” the kid said. I thought I might have seen a glimmer of fear in his eyes, but Gordon hauled him away from the wall, then cracked the kid’s head against it, hard. He paused, watching, then did it again.
- The knives fell from the boy’s hands.
- Wildbow, Twig, 1.10
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