“You! It had to be fucking you.” Then he started for me, and he probably would have killed me if he’d got to me, but he was stopped by a very large man whom I recognised from Marshall’s rugby team. Taka, I think his name was. He collected Marshall in much the same way I would assume a handler would manage attempting to put a feral cat in a cage. Marshall fought him the whole way out, but Taka was too strong.
