Typical thugs—they needed reinforcements to rob a blind man. He led them down Milk Street and let them get close.“Just so you know,” he said, turning, “in about half an hour the moon will be up. So this is a very, very bad idea. I mean”—they rushed him, and his stick caught the first one in the throat—“it’s a bad idea in general. There are only about a thousand”—his elbow clocked down on the skull of the second—“more respectable ways to make a living.” He hesitated with the girl and nearly got his cheek sliced open for his trouble. He pulled his head back, heard the whisper of steel slide past his face, and then grabbed her wrist and pulled, checking his force at the last moment. She flew past him, smacked into the brick wall, and then flopped to the ground like a puppet with her strings cut. “Seriously,” he told the dazed, semiconscious youths. “You should think about it. And what are you up to?”“Nothing,” the other werewolf said cheerfully. “Just came down to see if you needed a hand.
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