[The glass sinks into his cheek just below his eye, and Richtofen yelps and lets the boy go. His hand flies up to his face, and he manages to bark out through his noises of pain:] Nein! That makes one too many facial scars! Inconsiderate little-
[He can feel blood rolling down his cheek, though his vision doesn't seem to be damaged. Good; at least the kid's aim was off.]
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[He can feel blood rolling down his cheek, though his vision doesn't seem to be damaged. Good; at least the kid's aim was off.]