[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/674856.html?thread=55641384#t55641384).]
All Kristoph had to go by was a scream, but the pitch and the inflections were enough to pull the man in that direction. His intuition, it seemed, had been right on the mark. The figure toward the antique's shop could not be mistaken. And when he reached the little skirmish, he did what any meat-shield-needing man would do: he swung his plastic bird into the skulls of his brother's attackers. Repeatedly.
It wasn't until the last shriveled and died that he extended his eyes toward Klavier. "You were fortunate I was nearby," he commented flatly. "Are you hurt?"
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All Kristoph had to go by was a scream, but the pitch and the inflections were enough to pull the man in that direction. His intuition, it seemed, had been right on the mark. The figure toward the antique's shop could not be mistaken. And when he reached the little skirmish, he did what any meat-shield-needing man would do: he swung his plastic bird into the skulls of his brother's attackers. Repeatedly.
It wasn't until the last shriveled and died that he extended his eyes toward Klavier. "You were fortunate I was nearby," he commented flatly. "Are you hurt?"