#odyssey

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For a moment, Dagmar sees the enemy and readies to strike... Symon? Wait.. for a moment she almost mistook SYMON for an enemy!

Symon does not notice any hesitation or faltering on Dagmar's part (if there was any), as he recovers his wits and sends the little knife flying.

The knife strikes his kithmate with surprising balance and Symon swears he can hear Olgar say "Told you it would be useful" It sticks into Snyde and Snyde curses

Her eyes narrow, dark with anger. But then... oh, she grins.

Just a prick, a fleshwound at best, but perhaps distracting...

oh more than that.. the joints of Snyde seem to stiffen, though they do not lock up entirely. He's hindered a curse of a whisper "clutch.. bastard had it doped"

Symon radiates smugness, though he does not let down his guard.

It's not a nice grin for Clutch's sake. She takes advantage of his firm hold on Flyswatter, and LIFTS.

"Hey what are you..."

And SMASH.

A nocker once said "give me a long enough lever, and I can fucking flip a taller asshole" , this nocker called Archem Medeez, was wise. And.. he didn't have Dagmar's might

Dagmar raises him up, and SMASHES HIM ddown

Clutch's own bulk works against him - providing mass as he drives into the silver. Physics!

Snyde tries another cantrip... "Shadows wither and weave and strength become naught..."

"Autumn?" He whispers, mockingly. and calls upon his OWN knowledge of Autumn, and trys a counter-weaving!

The counter weaving snuffs Snyde's attempt easily. Symon the superior caster

Symon moves in, and pulls out the tiny knife from the Sluagh - and holds it to his throat. "Another casting, and I'll have your tongue."

You know what's nice after a smashing? A Boot to the Face!

Clutch starts to move to rise to fight Dagmar "TRY THAT AGAIN and I'll .." Then he stops as he sees the knife against Snyde's throat "Okay okay, stop, don't kill him"

"He's bluffing babe," Snyde whispers but he looks scared

Symon gives Clutch a disgusted look. "I wouldn't have killed him. Just silenced him. He could learn sign language, or morse code. If I leave him fingers. There's a tendon, see you can cut..."

"Do you yield?"

Two oathbirds fluster and bump against each other in a display for dominance. Clutch and Snyde's Oathbird , if one saw it, would look like a bullying greasy blue jay with a hooked bill. But Dagmar and Symon's heartbird don't give a shit and holds its own

"Can't risk you, honey" Clutch says "I won't risk you. Nearly lost you once, never again." Then he looks at Dagmar "Yeah yeah, we yield. You want my word on it?"

(Pause)