[Albel has also spotted that this neighbor of theirs is not a force to be trifled with, but that doesn't mean he's standing down, either. He blows out a frustrated sigh, tosses an errant braid back over his shoulder with a jerk of the head, and scowls at her.]
The oaf is right. No one else need be hurt. But if you get in my way, I will cut you down.
[He's not out for the neighbors' blood. Only Cliff's. The buildings fix themselves here anyway, no harm done if they knock out half the walls.]
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The oaf is right. No one else need be hurt. But if you get in my way, I will cut you down.
[He's not out for the neighbors' blood. Only Cliff's. The buildings fix themselves here anyway, no harm done if they knock out half the walls.]