It was a dark night when Dagmar entered the unseelie crime ring's headquarters in a Trench coat too big even for her. "You got some nerve coming here, The Balor sneered, "A gwydion stodge, out numbered, I don't care how bad as you are. You're still vulnerable to the power of ... Dictum" The Balor slammed his fist down, hitting a tiny bell stand, like you might for at an old time hotel desk while checking in. Instantly, Dagmar was held face, able to speak, but not move. "Really, did you wanna die?" /The other unseelie goons lowered their weapons. Looks like there wasn't gonna be a fight after all, even if Flyswatter was already out and ready in her hands. //"Tell me where the Maltese Wombat is..." The Gwydion said, her boon at the ready. They couldn't freeze THAT . /The Balor chuckled "Why not, as you're going to die anyway.... the wombat, the stuff of dreams. You'll find it where it was stolen from... secret compartment in the very room... with it deserted, we were going to pick it up a week later. All we had to do was make sure it had a scrying ward on it. That's why you can prove NOTHING, because we stole it, but it didn't go far." /While he gloated, something slithered out of Dagmar's coat, a hand, under her bigger hand reached out, and then.. dinged the treasure again, UNFREEZING Dagmar. Dagmar was a blur then, taking down the boss first, then his goons.Every blow, a hammer strike. //The Balor, bleeding on the floor, helpless to fight on said "How, how did you break free?" / Dagmar gave a trollish grunt "I Guess you could say... "As the rest of her boyfriend slid out of her coat "I had an Ace up my sleeve"_
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