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You should be thanking me, Vriska. The way that animal was looking at you…he was getting ideas about…” Vriska barely heard his next, crude words. She had resisted, punching him before, but now he had gone too far. She could take the insults to her self. but Julian was a good, honorable man. He didn’t deserve to be so slandered. She shoved past Rharreth, pass the Warriors holding Brathac, and slam the punch as hard as she could into his already broken nose, savoring the grinding of bone beneath her fist. Brathac howled, his head snapping back. “What makes you think I don’t welcome his attentions? That human prince has more honor in a drop of his blood than you have in your whole body.” Vriska cocked her fist back to throw another punch. Someone grabbed her, yanking her arm around before she could land the second punch.
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