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33 - Harry Vs Tomás

  As though he were dancing on a stage, the musician weaved and dived throughout the red-velvet lounge, screaming his lungs out as Harry threw entire tables and chairs out of his way. The resistance soldiers either couldn't hear our struggle, or they simply didn't wish to cross the mummified thug for a second time.

  Harry eventually caught up to Tomás, pile-driving his grappled body into the bar's counter with a heavy roar. Expensive glasses smashed and entire bottles of single-malt whiskey exploded onto the floor... I didn't even want to know how rare those brands were in this day and age, but it was the lesser issue to worry about.

  "You have a responsibility! Telos, the Lost... These are your problems too!!" Harry growled, smacking his victim's face carelessly into the shards. "You don't just get up and walk away from them!"

  "Hell yeah I do! If I go after them, you know that they'll take my kids-"

  "And if you sit on your ass and do nothing? It'll be someone else's brat they use! Is this the kind of world you want to raise a family in, one that's under Telos' boot?!"

  Tomás never answered. Instead, his own heel cracked against Harry's shin and knocked his captor backwards. Glancing around the room, I could tell he wished that he hadn't given up his shield of a guitar case earlier. As a replacement, he took a flimsy chair into his shaking hands.

  "Stop this! Fighting with each other is pointless-" Charlotte began to fluster at them, but I raised my only arm and blocked her path before she could intervene. "Daniel? What are you doing?"

  "Let them fight it out." I shook my head, knowing how my own words must have sounded. "Stopping Harry now won't solve anything.This is how he deals with problems."

  "That's not how we deal with them," she countered defeatedly, "as soldiers of the resistance. No one wins when two friends fight - Tanner taught me that." I could only nod in response, turning back to watch the chaos unfold.

  Harry took another swing at Tomás' face, only to be stabbed in warning by the legs of his defensive chair. The look on the thug's face grew more melancholy as they circled each other, although the fury boiling under the surface never dissipated.

  "How can you leave us? After everything we've been through together... What would Jermaine say?" Seeing the guilty spark behind Tomás' eyes, he decided to press a little further. "Your own brother, Telos butchered him too. He'll never be at peace, not until you avenge him!"

  "Shut up... Shut up!!" The musician gritted his teeth, ramming his chair into Harry's stout body as they collided against the far wall. I'd never seen Tomás so riled up, clawing at his friend's already-bruised face with furious swipes.

  As his attacker barely managed to wriggle free, it was impressive that Tomás could stand up to the thug at all. I wondered if he took that insult a little too personally, but then he raised his arm in a panic and pointed behind Harry's shoulder.

  "S-Shit, man! Watch out, it's a Lost!!"

  The idiot swivelled around, and upon realising there was nothing there but a blank wall, he turned back in time to see Tomás throwing his knee straight into his nutsack. Dropping Harry to the floor, coughing and wheezing, it gave him a moment to catch his breath back.

  "Wow, I... I can't believe you actually fell for that. That's a special kind of dumb," the musician grinned mischievously. Of course, the only way he could ever get the upper hand was through cheap tricks and mind games.

  Harry glared up at him, still writhing around as he climbed to his buckled knees. It would take much more than that to stop someone of his size, but his fighting spirit seemed to have dampened after the reality check.