"He could HAVE." Combeferre was doing his best to just hold on to Eponine, to keep her from going further, even though that meant she'd raked a pretty good scratch down his nose, and more everywhere else. "And he should have done."
But this, this was not Marius, not fighting back like this. He was, Combeferre thought, a little too coordinated on top of making this a fight instead of an attempt to hold Eponine back.
Considering that Marius was taller than him, the other man...whatever he was, had an advantage over him really, but Combeferre could try to use surprise as part of his plan of defense. Of course, to really defend himself, he was going to need to let go of Eponine, and even though his hold lessened a little, enough that one hand slipped free of her, he was still determined that he could not let her go. Not now.
There was still a chance though. To try another tactic.
"Eponine, this is not Marius. I am not sure who or what he is, but think. Marius would not join in a fray like..." There was Marius swinging, and connecting with his jaw, and the pop Combeferre heard did not bode really well for him. Or the pain that followed. It was enough that he lost his hold on Eponine completely, though, the moment it happened, he was running forward again. He could worry about checking his injuries later, but for now, following was the only thing to do.
Because it was not Marius, he did not really feel BADLY about the fact that he was going to a knocked over chair, and, following a crack already in it, breaking the thing completely and running at him with it. If he could knock Marius out, at least he would buy some time. Time in which he might convince Eponine, though he doubted it.
"Think! Eponine. He does not know even the basics that our Marius would."
Referring to him as 'Our' Marius was something Combeferre hoped that he would never have to do again, incidentally. And damn, but talking HURT. Talking hurt a LOT. He probably ought not to do that now. He COULD continue fighting though, and running after Marius, with the hope of doing something to help Eponine see reason.
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But this, this was not Marius, not fighting back like this. He was, Combeferre thought, a little too coordinated on top of making this a fight instead of an attempt to hold Eponine back.
Considering that Marius was taller than him, the other man...whatever he was, had an advantage over him really, but Combeferre could try to use surprise as part of his plan of defense. Of course, to really defend himself, he was going to need to let go of Eponine, and even though his hold lessened a little, enough that one hand slipped free of her, he was still determined that he could not let her go. Not now.
There was still a chance though. To try another tactic.
"Eponine, this is not Marius. I am not sure who or what he is, but think. Marius would not join in a fray like..." There was Marius swinging, and connecting with his jaw, and the pop Combeferre heard did not bode really well for him. Or the pain that followed. It was enough that he lost his hold on Eponine completely, though, the moment it happened, he was running forward again. He could worry about checking his injuries later, but for now, following was the only thing to do.
Because it was not Marius, he did not really feel BADLY about the fact that he was going to a knocked over chair, and, following a crack already in it, breaking the thing completely and running at him with it. If he could knock Marius out, at least he would buy some time. Time in which he might convince Eponine, though he doubted it.
"Think! Eponine. He does not know even the basics that our Marius would."
Referring to him as 'Our' Marius was something Combeferre hoped that he would never have to do again, incidentally. And damn, but talking HURT. Talking hurt a LOT. He probably ought not to do that now. He COULD continue fighting though, and running after Marius, with the hope of doing something to help Eponine see reason.