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linkHelios crumples beneath the heavy wood of the chair as it splinters over his muscular head and shoulders. Gwen picks up a chunk of the chair, one of the legs, and clubes him with it.
“If I had shoes I’d be kicking tu in the bollocks,” she spits. She raises her improvised weapon again.
“Guinevere,” Arthur’s voice stops her.
“What?” she snaps.
“Leave him for cleanup. We need him alive. The man has got information on everyone and we need it.”
“Shit,” Gwen says. “Hand me those fucking zip ties, then.”
As Arthur hands...
