( It's in the way of violence to bloom, to spread, to crest. They're still in the stage of expansion, and, by the look of both Hector and his latest ally, they're only doomed to fail if brutality erupts.
He hasn't got the appetite for another beating. He's already consumed enough for a lifetime.
The bag of wheat goes out and — splendid idea, barring the part where it attracts attention to them — Hector dashes forward, hand shackling the woman's, dragging her with him and behind a barely standing mount of wheat sacks. It doesn't quiver or threaten to topple over, but the numerous gashes in its sides mean the grains inside bleed out rigorously. )
Get some in hand. ( The wheat, which he packs in a punchful, just as their pursuer begins to come around. ) I'll toss at his feet, you at his eyes.
( One of them needs to either blind or trip him. Let luck win. )
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He hasn't got the appetite for another beating. He's already consumed enough for a lifetime.
The bag of wheat goes out and — splendid idea, barring the part where it attracts attention to them — Hector dashes forward, hand shackling the woman's, dragging her with him and behind a barely standing mount of wheat sacks. It doesn't quiver or threaten to topple over, but the numerous gashes in its sides mean the grains inside bleed out rigorously. )
Get some in hand. ( The wheat, which he packs in a punchful, just as their pursuer begins to come around. ) I'll toss at his feet, you at his eyes.
( One of them needs to either blind or trip him. Let luck win. )