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− | '' | + | ''Thursday, 20 Feb 1870''<br> |
''Dining Car, Belgrade bound train''<br> | ''Dining Car, Belgrade bound train''<br> | ||
''Thirty miles southeast of Budapest''<br> | ''Thirty miles southeast of Budapest''<br> | ||
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Eyes and nose stinging from the brine and vinegar, Quentin grabbed the rim of the barrel and slammed backward in a headbutt. The Prussian's nose gave way with a wet crunch and he stumbled back, grabbing his face. Shaking the wet from his eyes like a dog, Quentin threw a blind punch. The agent pulled his hands from his ruined nose but couldn't block Quentin's blow to the gut. He folded over the American's fist and Quentin slammed him with a left hook. <br><br> | Eyes and nose stinging from the brine and vinegar, Quentin grabbed the rim of the barrel and slammed backward in a headbutt. The Prussian's nose gave way with a wet crunch and he stumbled back, grabbing his face. Shaking the wet from his eyes like a dog, Quentin threw a blind punch. The agent pulled his hands from his ruined nose but couldn't block Quentin's blow to the gut. He folded over the American's fist and Quentin slammed him with a left hook. <br><br> | ||
− | With a roar, the Prussian tackled Quentin into the side of beef. Both saw the cleaver at the same time. A fast flurry of punches and jabs ensued as they fought for its possession. They were too close, too tangled together. Neither could get a purchase. | + | With a roar, the Prussian tackled Quentin into the side of beef. Both saw the cleaver at the same time. A fast flurry of punches and jabs ensued as they fought for its possession. They were too close, too tangled together. Neither could get a purchase. I'll fix that, Quentin thought. He gouged the Prussian's eye with his thumb and the man howled and jerked back. Quentin freed the cleaver and swung the dull end in a vicious arc onto the Prussian's right wrist.<br><br> |
A sickening crack. A howl of pain.<br><br> | A sickening crack. A howl of pain.<br><br> |