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- TSEEEWW TSEEEWW
- Dracon fire electrified the floor under my paws. Waves of Hork-Bajir moved in from every direction. I was hit! Hard, sharp blades sliced my back and neck. No pain. Not yet. I wouldn't let pain in. Not even as blood spewed from my cuts. Staining my fur. Coating my muzzle.
- I fought back, wildly. Madly spilling purple-blue Hork-Bajir blood.
- Five were down. A new wave rushed to catch me. No!
- Propelled by hind legs like rockets, I sailed over the approaching attackers. Landed hard. Tumbled into two Orff.
- "Get him, you morons!"
- I slashed frantically. Sent their handheld Dracons flying like twigs in a hurricane.
- I moved in to finish the job.
- "Rrroooaaarrrr!"
- The Orffs' clear, soft neck tissue yielded to my fangs like soft butter to a knife. But the taste!
- I withdrew. Gagged and spat.
- The poisonous, toxic taste!
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