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Quentin sidestepped the charge at the last second and brought the cleaver down on the Prussian's unprotected back. Another crack. The Prussian hit the floor, the cleaver buried in his neck. <br><br> | Quentin sidestepped the charge at the last second and brought the cleaver down on the Prussian's unprotected back. Another crack. The Prussian hit the floor, the cleaver buried in his neck. <br><br> | ||
| − | ''No coming back from that'', Quentin thought as the man twitched his last. | + | ''No coming back from that'', Quentin thought as the man twitched his last. Quentin planted the cleaver back in the beef and worked quickly. He emptied the man's pockets, wrinkling his nose at the wet stain spreading below the waist, and disposed of the body by pitching it out the boxcar door.<br><br> |
[[The Hounds of Winter, Chapter Four: Train of Events#HOW TO SPEAK GERMAN| "Vielen Dank!"]] Quentin said as he hauled the door shut. He scooped up what he'd lifted from the Prussian into his own pockets and made his way back to the compartment he shared with Josephine. He briefly debated his next step before climbing to the roof of the train and walking towards the rear, descending only after he'd made it to the First Class car. Even if his recent foe was no longer aboard, his current dishevelment, the unconscious steward, as well as his earlier racing through the kitchen car would raise questions that he would prefer not to answer for as long as possible. He slipped into the First Class car's washroom and cleaned up as best he could, inspecting his reflection in the mirror as he did so. His jacket and shirt were a total loss and his chin was coloring up where the Prussian had hit him but at least he didn't stink as badly as before.<br><br> | [[The Hounds of Winter, Chapter Four: Train of Events#HOW TO SPEAK GERMAN| "Vielen Dank!"]] Quentin said as he hauled the door shut. He scooped up what he'd lifted from the Prussian into his own pockets and made his way back to the compartment he shared with Josephine. He briefly debated his next step before climbing to the roof of the train and walking towards the rear, descending only after he'd made it to the First Class car. Even if his recent foe was no longer aboard, his current dishevelment, the unconscious steward, as well as his earlier racing through the kitchen car would raise questions that he would prefer not to answer for as long as possible. He slipped into the First Class car's washroom and cleaned up as best he could, inspecting his reflection in the mirror as he did so. His jacket and shirt were a total loss and his chin was coloring up where the Prussian had hit him but at least he didn't stink as badly as before.<br><br> | ||
