On instinct, Drystan caught the sobbing Bess in his arms, holding her closely as his mind tried to make sense of the events that had just transpired. He wasn't at all certain what they had been discussing when he'd gotten there, or exactly why this man was here, but there was one thing he was certain of, and that was that the retreating man was none other than Chester Scabior. Or, as Drystan was better acquainted with him, the current tormentor of his favorite members of the Zeller family.
A look down at the golden head of his broken down girlfriend was all the motivation he needed. With just as little explanation as he had for the anger he'd felt as he'd closed in on the two of them, Drystan extricated himself from Bess's grasp carefully and strode forward, placing a hand on Chester's shoulder as he caught up with him. Using the hand to pull Chester back in Drystan's direction, he drove his free hand, now a tightly balled fist, straight into the other man's face.
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