I honestly don’t know who’s more terrifying: The guy who can rip solid iron bars off a prison cell like they’re dandelions, the woman who regularly turns into terrifying monsters and rips people apart, or the tiny guy who makes threats to the other two in such a way that you know it isn’t a threat, it’s a promise. No wonder Bradley’s terrified all the time.
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Transcript:
Page 62 panel 1
Lysander: (kneels in front of Bradley, who is still hiding under the bench)
What are these collars?
Panel 2
Bradley: (still shaken) They’re to keep us from using magic.
Panel 3
(Lysander breaks the collar)
Panel 4
Bradley: (holding neck) Ow!
Panel 5
(Brings hand away. There’s blood on his hand, and a small knick on his neck)
Lysander: (full of concern) I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?
Panel 6
Bradley: It’s fine. They’re just sharp. Get her loose.
Panel 7
(Lysander breaks Bea’s collar)
Panel 8
(Bea hair frazzled, face looking more canine, hands to claws)
Bea: NOW we’re talking!
Panel 9
Sancho: (to Lysander) Finally done somethin’ in this fooking job right.
{You finally did something in this fucking job right.}
Panel 10
Lysander: So now are we even?
Sancho: Mebbe…
{Maybe…}
Panel 11
Sancho: But don’t you e’er fook up like that again er I’ll teach ye why yer people’re scared tae walk oor woods o’night.
{But don’t you ever fuck up like that again or I’ll teach you why your people are afraid to walk our woods at night.}
I fought her for ye. I said ye werenae that stupid. I trusted ye. An’ look where it fookin’ got us, aye?
{I fought her for you. I said you weren’t that stupid. I trusted you. And look where it fucking got us, huh?}
Panel 12
Sancho: So don’t. Fuck up. Again.
