Before the words are quite out of his mouth, Edgar's gone -- in one leap that carries him over the heads of most of the crowd, only to collide with the shoulders of one warrior standing over the little thoat, with one foot drawn back to kick.

Standing on one foot means that warrior can't regain his balance after the impact, and he and Edgar tumble to the floor in a tangle of mismatched limbs.

Edgar's the first to regain his footing, and stands braced in front of Nitwit. "All right, y' bastards," he snarls, "you want to beat on something smaller than your own selves, do you? Fuckin try me."