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Windsong
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"An' clearly she don't like you, friend." Coby stated bluntly before the mace came from below the man's jaw. Were it not for him looking up at the last second he'd likely have broken his nose with that brutish cudgel he insisted on carrying everywhere on his hip. The next blow came from his booted foot, with the man clutching what was left of his teeth with blood dripping rapidly down his front and atop the young lady's garment.
"Why th'yuu--" That was when his boot connected with his face, fingers cracked and snapped as they were crushed into his nose.
Save the hand that held his iron banded cudgel Cobiah's hand was in his pocket. "Would ya' kindly escort this rotten bloke to the docks an' give'im something to drink, lads?" He mused with an almost maniacal twinkle in his eyes while wind swept hair clung to the sweat rapidly beading on his brow.
His two companions, bigger than he, hefted the man under each arm and began dragging him down the road as if he were little worse than the last weeks catch gone rotten in its stall. Luckily he was out cold else he'd likely be crying up a storm and drawing more attention to them, even the city guard. The one who did come to see was standing distantly by, having only witnessed the butt end of the encounter and thinking it best that it sorted itself out.
"Ya' shouldn't be out 'ere alone, Miss Addy." Coby stated softly as he knelt before her and offered a hand up if she wasn't already beginning the process. He'd not begun until after his conscience declared something afoul as the oafish man wallowed out not moments after. Easy picking he may have thought.
"Why th'yuu--" That was when his boot connected with his face, fingers cracked and snapped as they were crushed into his nose.
Save the hand that held his iron banded cudgel Cobiah's hand was in his pocket. "Would ya' kindly escort this rotten bloke to the docks an' give'im something to drink, lads?" He mused with an almost maniacal twinkle in his eyes while wind swept hair clung to the sweat rapidly beading on his brow.
His two companions, bigger than he, hefted the man under each arm and began dragging him down the road as if he were little worse than the last weeks catch gone rotten in its stall. Luckily he was out cold else he'd likely be crying up a storm and drawing more attention to them, even the city guard. The one who did come to see was standing distantly by, having only witnessed the butt end of the encounter and thinking it best that it sorted itself out.
"Ya' shouldn't be out 'ere alone, Miss Addy." Coby stated softly as he knelt before her and offered a hand up if she wasn't already beginning the process. He'd not begun until after his conscience declared something afoul as the oafish man wallowed out not moments after. Easy picking he may have thought.