Hogfather - Fall

He somersaulted. She never knew how. He somehow managed to gain purchase on clear air.

His free arm grabbed at hers, her feet came off the ground, and she was over the rail. She caught it with her other hand—although later she wondered if the rail hadn’t managed to catch her instead.

Teatime swung from her arm, staring upward with a thoughtful expression. She saw him grip the sword hilt in his teeth and reach down to his belt—

The question “Is this person mad enough to try to kill someone holding him?” was asked and answered very, very fast…She kicked down and hit him on the ear.

The cloth of her sleeve began to tear. Teatime tried to get another grip. She kicked again and the dress ripped. For an instant he held onto nothing and then, still wearing the expression of someone trying to solve a complex problem, he fell away, spinning, getting smaller…

He hit the pile of teeth, sending them splashing across the marble. He jerked for a moment…

And vanished.

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