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Not when there were some dog-like Grimm up ahead. Canis, I recalled from some old storybooks. They were under a metre tall, though about one and a half in length, and they looked exactly like dogs too. Well, if dogs came with thick, black scales instead of fur. Not to mention the white, bone masks with red lines on.

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One of them circled to the right, even as the Canis from earlier looped behind. The third came in head on, growling as it leapt for my throat. Stranded in the air there was no way the thing could dodge, so I took the chance to swing down with Crocea Mors, in an attack that even my Dexterity couldn't mess up. Steel bit into flesh, carving through it with disgusting ease. All my Strength behind the attack ensured that the blade tore through muscle and bone. There was an explosion of gore as each half of the beast passed by either side of me.