"C'est des conneries," the short woman muttered in very broken French, pushing past Tobias and grabbing the terrified woman's wrist rather forcefully as Gabriel continued to chant. "Vous êtes conneries," she sneered at the well-dressed gentleman, yanking Nadiye free of his grip and proceeding to drag her the opposite direction. "And so is your cane!
"I knew something was rotten in this city," she continued to mutter under her breath, not sounding dissimilar to a lunatic as her boots struck the ground. The woman continued to struggle against her, and Adeline's short stature forced her to stop and pull on Nadiye's wrist like a farmer trying to coax a stubborn donkey into moving. "Hey! Êtes-vous stupide? You are not well! I know medicine--if you are going to trust a knife-slinger before a witch, then perhaps it's not worth my time to save you!
"You!" Adeline continued, jabbing a finger at the dumbfounded Tobias. "If you care about this woman in the slightest, you'll make her move!" Her face was becoming pinched, and the two had come to a complete standstill in the street, pulling one another in opposite directions.
"I knew something was rotten in this city," she continued to mutter under her breath, not sounding dissimilar to a lunatic as her boots struck the ground. The woman continued to struggle against her, and Adeline's short stature forced her to stop and pull on Nadiye's wrist like a farmer trying to coax a stubborn donkey into moving. "Hey! Êtes-vous stupide? You are not well! I know medicine--if you are going to trust a knife-slinger before a witch, then perhaps it's not worth my time to save you!
"You!" Adeline continued, jabbing a finger at the dumbfounded Tobias. "If you care about this woman in the slightest, you'll make her move!" Her face was becoming pinched, and the two had come to a complete standstill in the street, pulling one another in opposite directions.