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Tazenhani 
Pathetic. Simply pathetic. Whatever the flailing attempts were.
Rolling back onto his feet with a groan, Sabel stumbled a few steps to make contact with the wall, leaning there as he fought to regain his breath. His back and shoulders were killing him just about as much as his head was. And Denver was still lying there.
The brief thought crossed his mind to help the boy, but he couldn't trust himself not to simply take another swing at the seventh year. So he stayed where he was, panting for air and glaring at his opponent. Words were for later, when he could breathe, and by the idiot's policy, the fighting was over.
Perhaps that crack to the floor had knocked some sense into the boy's skull.
Dylan struggled to stand up. But his head felt heavy and he was rather drowsy. Maybe a little nap here in the middle of the floor wasn't a bad idea. Someone maybe could carry him to bed anyway. He wasn't going to walk anywhere. Sleeeep. Mmmmmm.