[He has to think about that. It is unpleasant to recall and his simmering rage at the attack still burns. It happened quickly - they had been within the building before he could react (snuck up on). He had drawn, they were on him near instanteously, sword clattering on the ground.
And then there was the brutal struggle, metal hands going around his throat, his strength being sapped, and being unable to breathe, grasping for anything that would help...
... the hands had slacked, and a metal form had started to fall, a scalpel driven through its sparking eye, and new hands grabbed his abused neck, and the next thing he knew, his face was flying towards a nearby tabletop littered with tools.]
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And then there was the brutal struggle, metal hands going around his throat, his strength being sapped, and being unable to breathe, grasping for anything that would help...
... the hands had slacked, and a metal form had started to fall, a scalpel driven through its sparking eye, and new hands grabbed his abused neck, and the next thing he knew, his face was flying towards a nearby tabletop littered with tools.]
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