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Colin’s cheek stung. 

 For a moment, that’s all there was. Just that stinging. He probed the tender flesh with tingling fingertips, blinked dumbly as [i]Eliza[/i] of all people rushed to his defense. His knees shook, and he could hear screaming from some place distant and buried. Do something. He should do something. Don’t just stand there, or do you want to die? Stop hiding behind your sister and fight like a man. For fuck’s sake, what’s wrong with you? 

“-miserable shell of a man like him-"
 
 A part of him was terrified.

 The lock clicking. Smoke and burning flesh. A child’s screams.  

But then something else [i]roared[/i] - flame licking the doubt, the coherence, the hesitation, turned them to straight ash. If it hadn’t smothered even the possibility for anything else, it might’ve frightened him. But it had, so it didn’t.

 His sister was in that inn. Eliza [i]centimetres[/i] away from the creature. Fendrel was gods knew where. The rags over it’s shoulder were starting to look awfully person shaped. 

 He had to do something, or it would slaughter them all. He charged into the inn. Humid air, the stench of dog, threatened to swallow him up. He ignored it. Eyes found the creature, right by the entrance.

 His daggers were in his hands. 

 He launched himself, straight towards the threat.
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