[Amelia's blood curling scream incites one in Howl before her fist met his face. He reels back with a both hands over it, dramatically swaying as if it threw him off more balance than it actually had. His reflections, even the grotesque old man, begin laughing at the both of them.
That isn't his primary concern, though. He peeks through his fingers, still clutching his cheek.] It's going to leave a bruise!
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That isn't his primary concern, though. He peeks through his fingers, still clutching his cheek.] It's going to leave a bruise!