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"Peter." Briar breathed. She gripped her sword tucked in her belt loop. Max grabbed his dirk.
"No, no ,no this simply won't do two against one, I don't even have a weapon." Peter said. "Oh I guess I'll just give up, oh wait I have backup. Moth tie them up."
"Moth? You have a giant moth that you can just call Moth and it knows that it is the main moth? That is actually cool man, where do you get those." Max said. Briar gave him a you're so stupid look.
"Moth is from my dad's story." Briar moaned, "She loved my dad."
"Not anymore." A voice chirped in the background. A girl with dirt colored hair and arched eyebrows stepped out into visibility and clutched Peter's arm. Peter looked at Moth like she was a minor nuisance. She giggled Briar supposed that it was supposed to be a charming laugh but to her it sounded like a bagpipe being run over by a lawn mower. Moth held her rope like it was her best friend. She stepped forward, "Don't struggle that will only make thing worse." Max saw Briar tense he saw exactly what was coming, Moth didn't. Briar moved so fast she was a blur she punched Moth in the nose. Moth just giggled.
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"Puck, I don't think they would hide it in asylum." Sabrina moaned.
"Yes they would." Puck replied.
"How do you know, stink brain?" Sabrina said.
"Because I just do. We're about to land in a minute, dog face." Puck said. Then he looked down. "There is absolutely somebody down there, look at the tracks."
"Uh Puck, there's more than two tracks." Sabrina said urgently. They looked at each other. Suddenly they were shooting toward the asylum; Sabrina didn't even get a chance to scream.
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Briar did not like being restrained but when Peter held a knife to Max's throat she knew she had to give up or at least make them think she gave up. She sat on the ground; Peter was pushed so they were back to back.
"This is so good I'm so glad you gave up easily. Moth give her the drink." Peter said. Moth giggled her bagpipe giggle and held a goblet to Briar's mouth.
"Just drink it your death will be slow and painful." Moth giggled.
"I'm starting to think the asylum is the perfect place for her." Max muttered. Moth pushed the cup closer to Briar's mouth, which was now snapped shut. Briar slowly opened her mouth and let the fruity liquid pour into her mouth. There was no way in hell she was swallowing it. Mouth stepped away and Peter sat on his knees next her and had the nerve to laugh. Briar spit the liquid in his face.
"Do you know how long that to for me to make!" Moth cried. Suddenly two figures fell from the sky; one was screaming one was laughing. They landed on Moth with an ooooffff.
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