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"Perfect," Tarn spat. "That is the perfect way to end this night." He turned toward the wall and put a hand on it. Suddenly he spun around. The sound of his hand hitting Marie's cheek just below the bottom of her mask was increased by the wetness and the rain.

"Stupid, stupid. You couldn't have killed him while you had the chance? What, exactly, had I told you, hmm? The longer someone like that is left alive, subdued or no, the better cance he has of gettting away from you. Never fails." Tarn began pacing, turning sharply in the small confines below the overhang. His breathing was ragged, punctuated by sharp intakes and quick coughs.

"Now, what do you really think you could-"

"Tarn, you must come quick! 'Arry's run into a spot of trouble!" Lake was back, and it seemed that he'd saved Marie from anything more than that single blow. Tarn had just been getting started.

Tarn didn't even so much as glance Lake's way. He faced the other soldiers. "Get going." He clapped his han together twice, and started at a fast trot in the direction Lake had come from.