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Garret had no clue what either a jakri or a venhrehk was, and with her exotic accent thickening even some of the more basic words he found hard to decipher but in truth he didn't care.
"Sticks and stones love" he whispered, his own Zeltivian accent starting to become apparent in his speech as the prospect of flowing blood excited him but he made sure to keep his voice low, even amongst the silent crowd murmurs of "Foreign scum" and "Konti slut" were being said in hushed voices until one particularly drunk patron managed to stumble onto his table, sending many full tankards clattering to floor as he did so.
"Cut her! Show her what we do to foreigners in Sunberth, every drop spilt is justice!" he declared, his speech slurred but still rousing as the crowd roared in approval, the tension that once hung over the crowd disappearing in an instant as they cheered, calling for the show to continue.
Garret decided to do just that, he gripped the hair harder, nearly tearing a thick handful out as he felt her hands wrap around his own, weakly pulling at his clenched hand to try and alleviate their grip but to no avail "You're not getting out of this unscathed anymore lass" he thought as felt her hand claw at his chest with little results. Slowly he guided the jagged glass towards her face, the beats of the crowd synchronising with his pounding heart, as it came closer, he angled the bottle so a particularly sharp tip lined up with her skin. While her arm may have wrapped around her face to protect most of it; the eyes, nose and most of her cheeks, she had left a patch of skin in front of her ear vulnerable and that was where he decided to cut.
The shard punctured the skin with ease, sliding in smoothly as a droplet of blood formed at the base of the glass, held in only by the pressure he was exerting on her face. He felt her entire body tense up, her webbed hands gripped around his own even tighter. He began to drag the glass down her face, tugging hard against any resistance he felt as the glass glided along smoothly from her ear to about a two inch downwards, curving off slightly towards the end. It would have been a smooth cut if the Konti hadn't started kicking with renewed strength and vigour that he hadn't expected, his hand jerked leaving a jagged cut to the rest of the wound as blood started to pour from the cut, coating the left side of her face in the hot, crimson liquid as it began to drip to the floor, forming a dirty, red puddle as it did so.
As the crowd cheered at the bloody sight in front of them, her foot jammed painfully into his shin, aggravating the present bruising causing his grip to slacken around her head, allowing it to be prised off as he stumbled back in pain, letting the remainder of the broken glass fall to the floor as it shattered outwards, covering the floor next to him in razor sharp shards of glass. Next to him Merv gestured to the men who promptly made their way through the crowd, their muscular frames parting the commoners with ease but Garret didn't even notice.
As his leg seared with blistering pain his eyes widened like a rabid dog and he charged forward at the girl, not even bothering to pay attention to what she was doing and struck out manically, his punches followed no sequence or logic, they just swung out wildly hoping to hurt her as much as possible before the fight was intervened.
Garret had no clue what either a jakri or a venhrehk was, and with her exotic accent thickening even some of the more basic words he found hard to decipher but in truth he didn't care.
"Sticks and stones love" he whispered, his own Zeltivian accent starting to become apparent in his speech as the prospect of flowing blood excited him but he made sure to keep his voice low, even amongst the silent crowd murmurs of "Foreign scum" and "Konti slut" were being said in hushed voices until one particularly drunk patron managed to stumble onto his table, sending many full tankards clattering to floor as he did so.
"Cut her! Show her what we do to foreigners in Sunberth, every drop spilt is justice!" he declared, his speech slurred but still rousing as the crowd roared in approval, the tension that once hung over the crowd disappearing in an instant as they cheered, calling for the show to continue.
Garret decided to do just that, he gripped the hair harder, nearly tearing a thick handful out as he felt her hands wrap around his own, weakly pulling at his clenched hand to try and alleviate their grip but to no avail "You're not getting out of this unscathed anymore lass" he thought as felt her hand claw at his chest with little results. Slowly he guided the jagged glass towards her face, the beats of the crowd synchronising with his pounding heart, as it came closer, he angled the bottle so a particularly sharp tip lined up with her skin. While her arm may have wrapped around her face to protect most of it; the eyes, nose and most of her cheeks, she had left a patch of skin in front of her ear vulnerable and that was where he decided to cut.
The shard punctured the skin with ease, sliding in smoothly as a droplet of blood formed at the base of the glass, held in only by the pressure he was exerting on her face. He felt her entire body tense up, her webbed hands gripped around his own even tighter. He began to drag the glass down her face, tugging hard against any resistance he felt as the glass glided along smoothly from her ear to about a two inch downwards, curving off slightly towards the end. It would have been a smooth cut if the Konti hadn't started kicking with renewed strength and vigour that he hadn't expected, his hand jerked leaving a jagged cut to the rest of the wound as blood started to pour from the cut, coating the left side of her face in the hot, crimson liquid as it began to drip to the floor, forming a dirty, red puddle as it did so.
As the crowd cheered at the bloody sight in front of them, her foot jammed painfully into his shin, aggravating the present bruising causing his grip to slacken around her head, allowing it to be prised off as he stumbled back in pain, letting the remainder of the broken glass fall to the floor as it shattered outwards, covering the floor next to him in razor sharp shards of glass. Next to him Merv gestured to the men who promptly made their way through the crowd, their muscular frames parting the commoners with ease but Garret didn't even notice.
As his leg seared with blistering pain his eyes widened like a rabid dog and he charged forward at the girl, not even bothering to pay attention to what she was doing and struck out manically, his punches followed no sequence or logic, they just swung out wildly hoping to hurt her as much as possible before the fight was intervened.
