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Instinct kicked in.

Literally.

Alessio kicked Hades in the face.

Reflexively, he spun himself over the handcuffs and landed in a crouch to dodge being thrown off balance with his confines. He was going to kill Alessio, Alessio had zero doubt. All he could do was disorient the man long enough to get the cuffs off! He tried to land a blow to his enemy’s stomach but not fast enough. Before Alessio could think what new torture he was in for the world shifted again entirely.

Shiny, dizzying bustle of noises and motions, overwhelming and hectic. Alessio froze, panting like a dazed, feral puppy. He stared, starstruck, at the sunrise, painted sky – relief and terror shuddering through him. He was so so relieved he could actually see the sky, enclosed spaces were so bad for him.

There were stars out, just sparkling through. Maybe one of them was once Nithel, and the idea that someone like him was watching over…

His hand tugged slightly and Alessio hurled a kick across the assassin’s feet, simultaneously using the momentum snap his thumb, hissing with pain. He tried to pull his hand free with the extra space created by dislocating his thumb but somehow it was just as tight – tighter even.

Alessio panicked and yanked his hand but that only shot pain through his arm. He bit his lower lip with a stifled whimper, anticipating the slightest motion before an attack.

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