dripped with his enemy’s blood. Underbrink held the jar close, everything inside him screaming to use whatever arcane connection he had with this weird thing to get as far away as he could. He was in no condition to take on this man and he now grasped the means to escape and live to fight another day.

“A lot worse than you have tried, asshole,” Underbrink spat as he took a defensive posture, practically imploring Lestrade to make a move. The armed man quickly obliged, closing the gap between them with surprising speed and ferocity. Underbrink delivered a well-placed headbutt which put Lestrade onto his heels. The unarmed combatant then did something he would have considered crazy a moment before - he threw the jar containing his brain onto the floor as hard as he could. The sound of sh...

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