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A hit! I'll start preparing my funeral now, lmao.

As Xan’s shoulder made contact, he felt the recoil. A pain shot through him—it would definitely leave a bruise—but that didn’t keep him from making another attack. Without missing a beat, he turned his body to face his younger brother and then reared up onto his hind legs, hoping to slam his forelimbs down where the boy’s neck met his back. It was a favoured move of his, definitely overused, but not ineffective.

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