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The protest was quickly getting out of hand. The din was deafening Courfeyrac. No one knew who had thrown the first punch, but suddenly, the police were upon them. To his right, Enjolras was exchanging blows with an older cop, the selfsame man who had betrayed them. Despite his savagery, Enjolras still looked angelic. That was the terrible thing about him. Behind Courfeyrac, Marius knelt by Eponine: she was unconscious. Combeferre dealt the police any number of horrific blows for that. With Courfeyrac guarding Marius and Eponine, he didn’t have much opportunity to actively join in the fight. Musichetta, with a grueling battle cry, lunged at the officer tangled with Enjolras. Grantaire held his own, which was only to be expected. The posters and flyers they had all worked so hard on were now being trampled into the wet pavement. It had started to drizzle earlier that day, so everyone’s sight was blurred.
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