You're a scared little mouse whose tail is trapped beneath my foot
The ale has given me a hidden strength for which I did not know of

I crush your jaw with my swinging fist
Your face is left in half

Dangling from where once was your lower jaw is a fountain of blood and dangling flesh

Dan Cullinan:
"White hot shame
And tremendous pain
Echoes from your maw

Your friends are gone
And my blade is drawn
Opening up your guts

Pray for help, you'll get none"

Clobbered immediately after with boots of leather
Right into the knee
Bending it backwards

Snapped
Twisted out of shape
Bent
Every which way

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