( the momentum gained from kicking the second man in the chest is what martel uses to bounce her back up onto the bar, freeing his hands to catch the third man barrelling towards them and use his own momentum to send him flying into the wall instead of whatever it was he'd come at them half-cocked intending to do.
this is not how he'd envisioned spending his evening, he thinks, but he snaps another man's impromptu weapon (a bit of loose planking - as if this tavern or any part of sahrnia needs to be any more run down than it already is) over his knee and doesn't not enjoy reversing the pieces of it into his face.
his conscience is entirely clear. someone else started it. )
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this is not how he'd envisioned spending his evening, he thinks, but he snaps another man's impromptu weapon (a bit of loose planking - as if this tavern or any part of sahrnia needs to be any more run down than it already is) over his knee and doesn't not enjoy reversing the pieces of it into his face.
his conscience is entirely clear. someone else started it. )