"How dar-Ah!" before the woman could even finish getting offended by the retort, Pò's hands had already grabbed the front of her clothes to pull her forward, and at the same time, slamming her forehead on the woman's nose with enough strength to destroy it and turn her face into a mask of blood and broken flesh.
Lawrence bless him, threw his arm across Lavender's shoulders as she introduced him to Blakestaff, and En could literally see Blakestaff's attitude freeze back over to his usual standoffish self. As a result, Blakestaff suddenly remembered urgent business, and left in a huff, the rest of his entourage, which had come to meet him at the docks, trailing uncertainly behind in his wake.
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