[The blow lands solidly, knocking Lutha back with enough of a twist that his scarf loosens and falls from his face. The scars that claw their way all the way up past his jawline only make an ugly frame for how quickly the boy's cringe of pain snaps to a wild-eyed, furious scowl.
Without pause, he's back on his feet, pursuing Rhys until he's within arm's reach. His good hand finds Rhys' hair and pulls backwards as hard as he can, while what remains of his left arm hooks around Rhys' left arm, gripping it in the crook of his elbow and yanking it hard behind his back.]
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Without pause, he's back on his feet, pursuing Rhys until he's within arm's reach. His good hand finds Rhys' hair and pulls backwards as hard as he can, while what remains of his left arm hooks around Rhys' left arm, gripping it in the crook of his elbow and yanking it hard behind his back.]