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'You've got nothing?'
Conina shifted slightly to keep as many of the men as possible in her field of vision.
'I've got a couple of hairgrips,' she said out of the corner of her mouth.
'Any good?'
'Don't know. Never tried.'
'You got us into this!'
'Relax. I think they'll just take us prisoner.'
'Oh, that's fine for you to say. You're not marked down as this week's special offer.'
The There was a sudden blur and the nearest man collapsed in a small gurgling heap. Then Conina's elbows went back and into the stomachs of the men behind her. Her left hand rebounded past Rincewind's ear with a noise like tearing silk and felled the man behind him. The fifth made a run for it and was brought down by a flying tackle, hitting his head heavily on the wall.Luggage snapped its lid once or twice, a little uncertain about things. One of the men gingerly extended his sword and prodded Rincewind in the small of the back.'They want to take us somewhere, see?' said Conina. She gritted her teeth. 'Oh, no,' she muttered.'What's the matter now?''I can't do it!''What?'Conina put her head in her hands. 'I can't let myself be taken prisoner without a fight! I can feel a thousand barbarian ancestors accusing me of betrayal!' she hissed urgently.'Pull the other one.''No, really. This won't take a minute.'
Conina rolled off him and sat up, panting, her eyes
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