Lake Lewisia #112

The nature of a bar fight was such that the combatants weren’t immensely aware of their surroundings, unless they’re of an unusually high caliber. As she waded into the fray, taller than anyone by at least a head, she found it easy to snatch up the two instigators by the scruffs of their necks before they even realized she was there. “Cousin, show me where you stash fools and small children,” she called to the grinning woman behind the bar, a man dangling from each hand.

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LL#112