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You barely notice the featherlight touch on Gobbgantua; it's the muffled gasp behind the shelf that alerts you.
Quickly and forcefully, with none of that hoitytoit nancy gingerness you've been putting up till now, you push most of the books on your shelf out the other side, where they land with a meaty thump on the feevan faggits.
That gives you one second moar: you thrust yourself through the emptied shelf and drop down on three Rugfoots.
Two break one way, one another, a preplanned action. You preplanned too: pick the one where your smegg stinks strongest, and stick on him until you get him.
Ohh they pull out all their trikks then, when you're hot and close: sudden crowds heading right to you, not even ambling, some of them even making eye contact; people carting crockery and glass n longylong planks in wagons and hoistpoles suddenly crossing in front of you; a crowd of Rugfoots all wearing the same hat and specs and duellist mustache.
>NOPE
>FINK AGAIN
The ones that dare surge on you get a shiv each: you already have yer pokies out under your straw coat, pointed and waiting for them to bump you, then you <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">dig</span> right in their tendies, and if they don't pull back pronto and draw off their fellows you Carrionpede <span class="mu-s">GOUGE</span>.
It takes only two gougings before the surges stop. They knew you would be angy, who wouldn't be, after having fourty-some Grains and a handful Silver nicked; they just didn't expect you would be <span class="mu-i">you</span>.
The mobile barricades were trouble only for peepl used to going around on two legs and can't swerve on tight angles. YOUve fully mastered the Foundation of the Carrionpede, and it takes nothing for you to just drop and scuttle, confusing the raw fugg out of them. You can see their eyes bulge. Their guy got slowed even moar, since he had to go through the cluttered paths hiding the mobile barricades, and now YOUre catching up.
>YER MOINE MAGGIT
The last trick was their trump, real masterful. Everyone plus the liddle pube-rat pulled out a red cap and a guisey specs-n-stachy, and then just milled. Ooh you can <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">feel</span></span> them anticipating your confusion when you encounter a crowd completely saturated with Same. And you act it too, just walk dumly, swiveling your head like a lost turkey, all the while following your unerring schnozz, nostrils in the wind: the pube-rat has to match the pace of all other meanderers or be marked out, so he loses distance trying to blend in. The crowd also doesn't push or crowd at you, firstly because you stab like they stole your food 2dmg shiv each + 4dmg Carrionpede bonus; you make a penknife do the same damage as a gladius, second because it let you twigg that you're close.
Their trikk works against them: you close the distance, two breaths away, and then you charge, right at him.
He loses his nerve, breaks into a sprint, outing himself. The six who instinctively move in behind him get sliced. Screams.</span>
