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<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">help a girl out, will you</span></span>
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<span class="mu-i">those rats, half drunk on pain and the natural endorphin rush of hormones in overdrive lay into Butcher, into Klaunn, try for Slip, who ducks left, weaves right, and throws one over her shoulder - and he simply *grabs on* as she moves and kicks up and off the ledge. Fourth Dusk goes taut, pulled in either direction from Amicus steel-vice hold on one hand and Slips grabbing the other - - but Slips isn't quite alone. The Rats grab and scramble and try to latch onto whatever is available within reach... !
They're pulling with all their might, but they're half dazed from sheer pain and horrid, torrid shock of their nerves singing them a symphony of all ways to feel exultant bodily sensation. Amicus just. .. barely.. manages to dig into the cobblestone and refuse to get pulled out over the ledge</span>
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[ We should... really be leaving ]
