[So concerned he was about keeping his leg and the growing potential for him to lose his life - again - he wondered why he let his daughter leave town at all. She would certainly enjoy this sort of savagery as well as mocking him for his lack of combat prowess.
It turned out that he managed to escape the jaws of death - literally - by a sword to the razorfin's brain. His leg slid from its slackened mouth, and he dragged himself back and out of the way as his gaze found his new 'hero', as it were. He'd seen that one about but knew absolutely nothing about him.]
Drop it then.
[He was pulling himself back to his feet with the assistance of the wall and shook off his saliva and bloody leg.]
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It turned out that he managed to escape the jaws of death - literally - by a sword to the razorfin's brain. His leg slid from its slackened mouth, and he dragged himself back and out of the way as his gaze found his new 'hero', as it were. He'd seen that one about but knew absolutely nothing about him.]
Drop it then.
[He was pulling himself back to his feet with the assistance of the wall and shook off his saliva and bloody leg.]
To what do I owe the pleasure?