Benji swore under his breath; it was one thing to randomly stun someone, and another to be outshone by a little wisp of a man. Was he bad at his job? Maybe. "I can take him to the constabulary," Benji said, because he technically really ought to. He did not want to admit to being a constable, though, because that would involve more paperwork re: the bystander his spell hit than Benji really wanted to engage with. "But I think we should all have a drink first?"

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