Drew Off- Dislocate

But the whip’s tongue never reached the boy, the attack suddenly caught fast behind the Lionguard. The soldier’s arm snapped, a wail escaping his throat as his whip was savagely yanked back. The Redcloak whirled on the spot like a spinning top, his dislocated arm flapping in a grotesque fashion before he ended up in the dirt. The mob and remaining Lionguard turned as one, looking past their injured officer toward the approaching figure.

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